Today was supposed to be our closing date on the new house. Unfortunately, as soon as I hit “post” on my last entry, everything pretty much went to hell on the deal. Actually, the deal is still on – but, we are having some serious issues with our lender. It isn’t that we cannot get approved for a loan, but, it is that our lender advised us to get the wrong kind of loan. So, now we are having to go back and reapply for everything and it is just one big, heaping pile of frustration.
To make things even worse – when we first started this process, we were really impressed with the mortgage guy. So, we recommended him to my parents, who happen to be buying the condo from us. Obviously, we cannot move forward with OUR house buying until the condo is officially in my parents name (and we have a check for the sale to use as our downpayment). As of today, my parents have not been able to close on the condo – also through no fault of their own. I understand that there is a serious issue with mortgages and all, but, this is all a tad bit ridiculous. As it stands now, neither Danny and myself OR my parents have any idea when either closing will happen. And it sucks because with the soiree next week and then Danny and I heading off to Antigua for our honeymoon a week later – time is running out to get this all done before things get very busy. Not to mention that the word on the street is that the seller of “our” house is starting to get antsy and nervous about the deal. Time is seriously of the essence.
Yesterday I had the worst day ever. Dealing with all of this mortgage/house stuff has made me a wreck. Then there is the added stress of throwing a soiree for about 100 people. And, then there is work, which, sometimes is not so bad – but yesterday it was. To top off the heaping pile of suck, I had an accident early yesterday morning that involved falling down the flight of stairs outside of the “office.” That pretty much did me in and I had a total meltdown. Usually I am not one for gross displays of emotion, but yesterday it all just hit me at once and I (to quote myself)totally lost my shit. Awesome.
Afterwards I decided to head home and take a mental health afternoon. As soon as Gracie and I got home from work, she got sick. I really think that she could sense how stressed out I was and then when I got hurt, it made her freak out a little bit. We both spent the rest of the afternoon curled up at home in bed watching episodes of “Glee” and “Top Chef” on the DVR. My sweet little monkey jumped on the bed with a bone and set it beside me before she came and flopped down. Sometimes she is a totally shithead – but, yesterday she made me smile and I was glad to have her to hang out with while Danny was at work.
Last week I vowed that whenever I got super stressed out about all of this mess, I was going to head to the gym and pound out a workout that did not end until I either 1.) stopped stressing out about things I cannot control or 2.) passed out. It worked fairly well last Friday – I spent an hour pounding out some of the hardest cardio I have done in a good long time. Obviously, with the fall yesterday I did not make it to the gym – but, I think that I will be spending all kinds of quality time there over the next few weeks.
