Breaking Up Is Hard to Do

>Today our realtor broke up with us. I want to preface this post by saying that I absolutely do NOT blame him and I probably would have broken up with us too. This does not help me from feeling like a big fat loser.

When I deal with people, I try to be the exact opposite of the demanding, moronic, selfish, and rude travel agents that I have to put up with every day at work. To think that I am one of those people — the people who make me want to crawl under my desk and cry and/or throw my computer out the window just so that I don’t have to read their emails — makes me feel horrible. I don’t want to be the annoying client! I want to be the client that is a JOY to work with!

I get it, though. It’s been nine long months and we’ve seen probably close to a hundred houses and backed out of 3 deals (to be fair, I really think we made the right decisions with each of those). At this point, and at our price level, he probably would have OWED money instead of making any commission.

Mr. H couldn’t care any less. He thinks it doesn’t matter who we use as a realtor since we know what we’re looking for now. I kind of think it’s not even worth it to have a realtor. It’s just one more person to deal with and to feel pressured by. I don’t know. I’m burnt out on this whole househunting expedition and would be perfectly happy putting the whole thing on hold until next summer. That would give us an extra year to save money and might open up a new price range. Or maybe house prices will skyrocket and we still won’t be able to afford anything. Who knows?

One of my main reasons for wanting to hurry up and buy something is because we’re eager to start a family and we’re alreay a little cramped here as it is. But then I think that people live in apartments with babies all the time. It’s not like we’d be the first people to have to deal with that, and I’m sure we would survive.


Sleep vs. Sweat

>As we all know, sleeping is my most favorite hobby. I look forward to napping on weekends. There is almost nothing that beats falling asleep on the couch with a good book and just relaxing for a few hours.

Today, I wanted nothing more than to crawl into my comfy bed and snuggle with my pillow when we got home from my parents’ house. We had the kids on Friday night, so we were up late and ready to go early the next morning because C had to be at ballet at 10am. We went out to dinner with the family on Saturday night and ended up going to a park afterward so that my SIL could practice taking night shots with her new camera and flash. We were up late again, AND we had to get up at ass-thirty this morning to go to Mr. H’s parents’ house for breakfast because his mom left today for Peru. Then we went to church, and then to MY parents’ house for laundry and Father’s Day festivities. I was exhausted when we got home at 7:30pm, not to mention I can barely walk or make any sudden movements thanks to Mr. H’s brilliant suggestion to buy a cardio workout DVD yesterday.

We ended up with Jillian Michaels’ 30 Day Shred DVD, which was only $9 at Target and seemed perfect. Yeah, well, her goal in this video is to KILL ME with lunges and squats and other crazy torture routines. She periodically reminds me that I cannot rest for more than 5 seconds if I want results. I want results! I also want to NOT DIE, and this appears to be a bit of a conflict of interest for me.

Anyway. I planned to come home and sort of just fall into bed and cuddle with the hubby. But then I remembered that I also want to be thin again and napping was not going to help me accomplish that. So I pulled on a sports bra, put in the DVD and gave it my all. Mr. H is a glutton for punishment and he was all “Let’s try LEVEL TWO!” and I was all “Dude. I cannot stand up from the toilet without GRABBING ONTO THE TOWEL RACK and using every ounce of my energy to PULL MYSELF UP because I am pretty sure that my legs are broken or at least seriously compromised.” I gave in and we did Level Two, which I am clearly not coordinated enough for. She wants me to PUNCH and KICK at the same time. Jillian. I cannot walk in sneakers without tripping and hurting myself. This is far too complicated for me. I did jumping jacks instead.

The moral of the story is that I made a conscious decision to work out and SWEAT and get gross and be in pain over fluffy blankets and sleepytime. I think I am beginning to make some progress.

12 Days and Counting

>I have been off my meds (Lexapro) for 12 days now and I have to say it’s actually going ok. I had a minor meltdown last Friday night when I couldn’t find anything to wear to Mr. H’s school’s graduation, and I’ve been more on edge, but otherwise ok. It’s hard to tell how good or bad I’m actually doing since there is so much insanity going on lately with work, the house, my mom, etc.

Going off of them was kind of an accident due to my laziness. I’m always a slacker about calling in the refills and end up missing a day or two every month. Anyway, I called in the refill and submitted it for a doctor call since I didn’t have any refills left. Two days later I got a call from the pharmacy but I just let it go to voicemail and never listened to the message. Mistake number one. As I was driving to the pharmacy a few days later, I was listening to a message from our annoying mortgage lady (I’m pretty sure that is her official job title, btw) and then heard the one from CVS telling me that my doctor refuses to refill my prescription until I go see him and waste $25 on a co-pay for me to tell him I need the crazy pills to keep me sane. I figure that if the Mister and I are planning on making a baby or two sometime this year, I’m going to have to lose the pills at some point anyway. Why not now, right?

Speaking of the house, I think it’s a no-go. They don’t want to make the repairs we asked for and they don’t want to give us enough at closing to do the stuff ourselves. We aren’t in love with the house enough to fight for it, so we’d rather just let it go and find somethig else.

Not to mention our attorney doesn’t even my name — she repeatedly called me Erica today — and she swears that Mr. H has MY last name (which would actually make him my DAD!) and that our realtor is a woman, despite the fact tht he is a man and they have had several phone conversations.

It seems as though this one just wasn’t meant to be and I am fine with that.


>We had our home inspection one week ago today and we received the inspection report on Monday. It was maybe a little worse than I was expecting, but not too bad for a 90-something year old house. Basically there are four major issues that need to be corrected before we agree to buy it:

1. Knob and tube wiring. I had no idea what this was, but it turns out it is pretty much original to the house and was probably installed by Thomas Edison himself. It’s also kind of unsafe because it’s not grounded. I have no idea what that means, but the inspector and my dad both make serious faces when they discuss it, which makes me think it’s NOT GOOD. Some of the electric was updated at one point, but it looks like some of the k&t is still in use.

2. Termites/carpenter ants/mice. According to our attorney (more on her in a bit) the sellers are pretty much required by law to fix pest problems because we won’t be able to get a mortgage without a clean termite report.

3. Asbestos. This is a given considering the age of the house, but some of it needs to be sealed correctly.

4. Broken beams in the basement. One of the beams is cracked right through and the homeowners attempted at some point to fix it by nailing another board on to the broken one. They didn’t do it correctly, and it’s starting to sag. There is another cracked beam that hasn’t been fixed at all. They both need to be ripped out and replaced.

Aside from that, there are lots of little (and not so little) things that would need to be done: alllll of the windows need to be replaced, there is a crack in the living room ceiling that needs to be addressed, there is cracked plaster in a couple of the closets, the sidewalks and driveways need to be redone, etc.

Now then. Our attorney called me on MONDAY to discuss some of these issues and she told me to send her a list of things we want them to fix. She would then send this over to their attorney and we would wait for an answer. We’ve been waiting on pins and needles for the past THREE DAYS wondering what’s going on, slowly starting to gain hope because it was taking so long and if they weren’t going to do anything then they would have said NO RIGHT AWAY. Right? Well. I got an email from the attorney at 10:30 last night and Mr. H and I both got very excited thinking this was it! SHE HAD JUST SENT THE INSPECTION LETTER THEN. And it was not even some very involved and well-written letter that would justify THREE DAYS worth of revisions. All she did was copy and paste the list I sent her and add a few of her own comments. One of these comments was a FLAT OUT LIE, which makes me very uncomfortable. She told them that we have contacted five insurance companies and have been denied homeowners’ insurance by every single one of them because of the wiring so this is something the sellers really need to address if they want to sell the house. UNTRUE! We contacted three companies: State Farm will not do it, All State doesn’t offer insurance in our location, and Progressive said maybe.I don’t want to say anything because I don’t want to cause problems with her.

So now we wait.