Two strikes, but not out

In a perfect world, moms would be lining up to answering our ever-insightful Haute Talk questions, I'd have a funny yet poignant story about motherhood at least once a week and we'd already be living in the perfect house for our family.

But because the world is more than just imperfect, none of those things are happened.

Twice this week, Richie and I ventured out, questions and video camera in hand and found no willing mamas to participate in Haute Talk. Two strikes, but not to worry, we'll be out on the streets again and we'll get the answers to those pressing, parenting questions.

And I'm hopeful that my muse will return and I'll figure out how to write again. I've been suffering a bit of writer's block flavored with restlessness and concern for my daughter's privacy. I'm trying to figure out how to write about my kid without sharing her stories. She's in her last year of elementary school, she's Internet savvy and I fear that she'll resent me telling stories that are hers to tell — not mine.

My solution to date has been to just not write, but that's not satisfying at all. Hopefully, I'll get it all sorted out soon enough.

Part of the problem is that I've been utterly consumed by looking for a new house for my family. We are packed to the gills in our current house and we just can't take it anymore.

My mom, Bill and I are like a machine. Daily we search all houses for sale, emailing possible candidates, doing the drive by and then scheduling an appointment with a Realtor to look at the house. Even though now is a great time to buy, it doesn't make the process go any faster.

Actually, we have made some progress in that we're are currently bidding on a house, but I won't let off the gas until the deal is done and we've closed on a perfect house for us.

So, things are all uncertain and willy nilly and remarkably I'm OK with that.