Surprisingly, I’m not talking about my children.
No, it’s the mortgage people.
We’ve all been running around like mad little whirlwinds trying to get all this paperwork done so we could close on Thursday, a good two weeks before we expected to close.
And all because they accidentally locked our floating loan rate the day we applied.
So today as I was getting ready to fax some paperwork that has already been mailed twice, before running out to the post office to overnight some insurance papers, and after my fifth call of the day about ALL THE MISSING PAPERWORK THAT WE NEED! RIGHT! NOW! I got another call from the mortgage dominatrix um, lady.
Oops. We were wrong. Your loan rate hasn’t locked yet. It wasn’t me who told you that was it? Would you like to lock it today? You really should lock it in. Then we can schedule your closing for some time next week, and we can all slow down and not rush so much.
I’m not feeling very sancitified toward her right now, ya’ll.
In fact, I may be harboring a smidgeon of bitterness in my heart.
Along with a large dose of wantingtoslaphersilly.
On the God side of things, I think the rate we’re locking in today is about .375 lower than the rate they had told us was locked.
He works all things for the good of those who love Him, people.
Including mortage sadists, um, people.
According to this quiz I am:
39% Dixie. You are definitely a Yankee.
I guess I need to get more southern before the big move (which is two weeks from today).
Ya’ll.
And I’m addicted to sugar.
I don’t know how it happened! We were staying in hotels and constantly on the go, and we’d stop at Starbucks here, get a little dessert there…
And now I’m stressed out, tired, and every day when my kids go down for their naps, I scour the cupboards for something sweet to eat! I tell myself that it will be just one small bite, but yeah, that isn’t working.
I think I have to go completely sugar free to detox because I seriously cannot resist these cravings right now!
Originally posted at OWOA
I got an award!
Chrissy at Singalullaby has given me a Thinking Blogger Award.
I’m not sure I deserve it, since most of my posts lately have revolved around snot and fiber supplements, but it’s just so much fun!
However, I’ll have to get back to you on the five people that I’m going to pass it on to.
We found out today that our “Floating Lock” interest rate on our mortgage that I was supposed to lock some time between applying for the loan and closing, was inadvertently locked the day I applied.
This is good because rates have gone up since we applied.
However, it also means that they want to close escrow 15 DAYS EARLIER THAN PLANNED.
And that might have added a wee bit o stress to what I was already feeling.
And multiplied my craving for chocolate cake by about a kajillion times.
Anyhoo, here are the rules for the Thinking Blogger Award (note that I am breaking part of #1, but I will get it done!)
Ok, ladies #1-5, if you choose to accept this mission— The rules are:
1. If, and only if, you get tagged, write a post with links to 5 blogs that make you think,
2. Link to this post so that people can easily find the exact origin of the meme,
3. Optional: Proudly display the ‘Thinking Blogger Award’ with a link to the post that you wrote.
I lost a week somewhere. I have been thinking in my head that we have two weeks until we pack, but really, it is only one more week! The movers come next Thursday.
And I am totally overwhelmed by the thought of everything I need to do.
I’ve given up on unpacking and sorting the boxes that are still leftover from our last move.
I’ve also tossed the idea of having a yard sale to get rid of all the extra stuff lying around.
Right now I need to do final bills, call to get everything disconnected, decide what we’re moving ourselves, reserve a U-haul for what we’re moving ourselves, get the van serviced before the long drive, plan what hotels to stay at during the drive, look for places to stop to let the kids play, arrange playdates for Chloe and Luke to say goodbye to their friends, say goodbye to my friends, use up as much food as I can, clean the food stains out of the carpet and scrub the walls so we can hopefully get all of our security deposit back, change our address with all our subscriptions, keep up with the mortage stuff for the new house, and deal with gassy baby who has only pooped twice in over a week and is not very happy about it.
And all I want to do is take a nap.
And maybe eat some chocolate cake.
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