“I’m trying to close on a house.”
“Ooooh! That sounds exciting!” says uninformed co-worker.
…Sure. I guess that’s one way to describe it.
If you’ve never had kids, you don’t know one damn thing about raising kids. That’s the truth, plain and simple. And if you’ve never bought a house before, then you really don’t know. I’m telling you, you don’t know.
Or maybe it’s just us. Reassure me that it is not, if it is not. Because I’m straight up losing my mind right now.
Last night, we were moments away from putting in the offer, and the realtor calls and says, “Highest and Best Offers” by 2 pm tomorrow. I call Dad up to tell him that news, and he gets mad and calls the realtor to yell at him (which he had promised me he would not do.)
So pretty much, everything is falling apart. After spending 4-5 hours per day working on this house deal for the past week, neglecting my kids the whole time while pacing the house with a cell phone stuck to my face, all of it is going to boil down to a fizzle. We’re not going to be able to draft a purchase agreement, we’re not going to be able to put in a bid, all of it will be for naught, and my husband and I will once again be back where we started. Yet again.
This happened once before already in mid-November of last year.
The positive take on this is that by the time we actually get a home, it will have been such a battle that we will appreciate it all that much more, having struggled so hard to get there.
The negative take on this is I-can’t-do-this-again-get-the-heck-away-from-me-nobody-even-look-at-me-HEY-are-you-looking-at-me-it-looks-like-you’re-looking-at-me-leave-me-ALONE.