I can hardly wait

We are buying a house in the spring and I can hardly wait. I think about it every day. Every day when I jiggle the toliet handle, every day when I try to cram all of the coffee cups on one shelf, every day when I worry about the space heater running in Connor's room at night because the heat just does not seem to work well in his room and a million other times each day.
A new house will save me.
A new house that doesn't have odd wiring hanging out of the sockets for our child to grab. A new house that doesn't have a mouse that pees in the front left burner making the house smell like fresh cat piss every time you get something warm even near it. A new house that can truly be child proofed so that Connor and I aren't confined to the den all day long. A new house with a new washer and dryer so I'm not resigned to running Barbie sized loads each time we wash. A new house with a yard to be planted and a fence to keep the little one from running up the driveway. A new house with closet space to rid us of the clutter. A new house with a garden tub and a standing shower. I think I might be nesting just a little bit.