Christmas time is over. I feel this slight depression like I missed it or something. This sounds vain and shallow, but due to the economy and the desire to help others more, we decided this year that we would just draw names for my side of the family and not do presents for adults on Ben’s side. So, I got one present. I KNOW, lousy selfish person that I am, I wanted MORE! We didn’t get Sum a present this year because I couldn’t find what I was wanting for him. His Grandmothers’ took care of him though, he got a nifty trampoline that he LOVES and this electronic coloring pad thing that I actually have quite a bit of fun with.
So, in the midst of all the Christmas celebration and cheer, I was wanting the weekend to be over. Not in a Scrooge-ie-I-hate-Christmas-kind-of-way, but Ben and I had made an offer on a house on the 23rd and I was desperate to find out anything. Monday came and went, and now today we hear that there was already an offer on the house. (deflating balloon sound)
The bad news is yes, there is already an offer on this house that I fell in love with and daydreamed all weekend about. The agent lied when we asked her if there was any offers made, then sprung this on us TODAY. The morally arrogant person in me wants to give her the finger (thus dispelling the whole “moral” part of that scenario) and tell her that we won’t play her little game…. but then who is really hurting who there?
The good news is that the house is BANK owned- being the only reason we can even attempt to afford this house in the first place- so banks don’t just take the first offer they get, they could just as easily go with ours. The problem is that the sneaky agent called and basically taunted us with “is this your best offer?”. We have no idea what the other party offered so we have no idea what to offer now! AHHHH! It could very easily happen that we loose this amazing deal on the house over $500 bucks! What to do, what to do. No, seriously, WHAT SHOULD I DO????? Over bid?
On top of my house drama, I still haven’t heard from my pediatrician about if Sum has Celiac’s Disease, or just a gluten intolerance, or just some sort of weird coincidence that when we took him off gluten products, he suddenly got a lot better… very grrrr. SO, I’m in this limbo of buying these expensive gluten free products which I really believe is better for him, but not exactly in our food budget. I hate stress, but it’s my little shadow that follows me, even in the dark when I can’t see it. I want to write some great post, but the words aren’t there. The creativity isn’t there. I’m becoming an emotionally erratic, feelings driven, non-thinking individual who I don’t know and reacts to everything. When did this happen? I hear myself talking, but I don’t know what I’m saying, it’s just stupid gibberish. I fear I will loose my mind, but then I think it’s been gone for awhile and why am I only NOW missing it? Hopefully soon I’ll have something to report and not just more waiting games.
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AFTERWORDS:
…and the other party won. I’d like to think that they honestly won- but after several more informed realtors told us that it seemed suspicious among other things… my creative brain has been in overdrive… but the simple truth is that the house was a GREAT deal. It really doesn’t matter how crooked the Realtor probably was, we don’t have the house and I have to move on. I’m crushed and depressed even though I promised myself I wouldn’t be. I felt it was what God wanted for us, I felt good about it and it didn’t happen. There is nothing else on the market right now so our choice is to either get a house we both really don’t like, rent for a year (which we decided wasn’t a wise financial idea), or stay living with my parents. Grrrrr. Grrrrrr. UGH. Grrrrrr.
Sorry for the whining, it’s been a hard week. I also got PUKED on this morning by Sum. Grrrrrr. I’m going to go take a shower and go to bed. Like I tweeted earlier this week, it’s easier for me to trust God when I’m unconscious…