You know those moments when you want to close your eyes and make it all go away when you open them? This weekend has been full of those.
About three weeks ago we started considering buying a home (low interest rates with housing prices coming down). It was meant to be a little casual research while we built up our reserve funds to meet the hearty down payment/closing/reserve funds costs. When nearing a half million dollar mortgage, that adds up to a good chunk of change.
We decided to see if the property we were renting would ever considering selling. Bad, bad idea. Not only were they willing, when we didn't make an offer because the selling price pushed our budget too hard-- they called two days later to say they were selling the house anyway. There will be a "For Sale" sign in the lawn and lock box on the back door by Tuesday. Never mind that we have a renter's agreement until the end of Sept. -- we are now in the "We can call two hours ahead on any day to have strangers walk through your home, then can boot you out if they don't want to do a 60 day Escrow agreement" zone.
Now, I know that isn't the end of the world, but it makes me feel so vulnerable...and I really do not like that when we are discussing my home and children. We don't have enough money saved up yet to bid on homes immediately (we thought we had two more months for saving up the remaining funds), and this home will sell FAST (I've been watching the market, and that is the pattern... and they are asking too little for it. Still too pricey for us though.)
Sigh. I don't know if I will even post this. But I am a bummed lady over here.
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
Thursday, July 12, 2012
I've been watching it for weeks. He won't let me pull it. It gets worse everyday. We hold daily sessions that look like this... (Note, I try to look innocent and harmless to earn his trust... make no sudden movements...)
Yeah, ignore what I look like. I've been quarantined home with these little guys all week.
Love it when kids get sick...
Although, it is one of the nicest times when they are so tired they fall asleep in your arms. Sometimes I wish we could stop time and stay there for a couple hours. Then come back to it in 10 years when they're teenagers....
Posted by Maxmomma at 2:03 PM