Had a little scare with the house this weekend. I misunderstood a message, and spent 30 minutes thinking we were losing the house until BLEEP……oops…. MD came home and explained it to me. I’m not well versed in this house buying mumbo jumbo bullshit, and maybe it’s just best no one discuss any of this shit with me. Just tell me when to show up and where to sign.
The weight of the stress is enormous. I keep saying we might be buying a house, while everyone around me says we are. Ok, does no one understand the jinx factor? We told the landlords this weekend. I didn’t want to. Now I’m convinced something will fuck up (see above paragraph) and we’ll be homeless. Of course, I realize on some sane plane of reality that they would love to let us live here forever and ever if this deal fell through, but what’s the fun in knowing that when I can spend hours with twisted guts dreaming up horrible whatif’s?
Kids are already yammering for a pet. Not sure I can do that again. Ever again.
Need to find something to do that will make me feel like I’m actually doing something to prepare for the move. Too early to start deep cleaning this place. Don’t have the keys for the new place. Can’t really pack up anything else, since we’re using it all. Well hell. Maybe I’ll clean carpets.