Trying not to freak out.
I’m really trying. However, I might.
I’m so stressed out. SO. STRESSED. OUT.
I feel like crawling into bed and staying there till the house
burns down and we get the insurance money to buy a new one and won’t have to short sale and ruin our credit sells. We had a house showing yesterday – nothing. So frustrating.
I have started to pack – but for what? And where?
Sam has to have somewhere to live when he starts his new job – but if the house doesn’t sell we’re faced with 2 housing payments. Since we can’t buy another till this sells, it’d have to be an apartment.
We have 4 cats. Try convincing a landlord that’s going to be a good thing.
Which means I’d probably have to live here with Bella for a while and Sam would come home on weekends. 🙁 Not the end of the world, but not the greatest plan.
- me finding a job to afford a new home
- buying another car for a job which decreases available credit to buy a house
- unpacking while working
- figuring out Sam’s and my schedule along with daycare
- finding a daycare 🙁
- dealing with not so great credit after this house sells as a short sale
- having multiple head explosions in the process
On top of that, Bella has decided to not take naps – or at least anything over 30 minutes. Although she is sleeping through the night so there’s a plus. She has been SO cranky the past few days.
It’s hard for me to think all day long, “Pretty soon it won’t be like this anymore. Someone else will be watching her/feeding her/putting her down for naps/changing her/kissing her.” I can’t think about it. I know I’ll only have to work part time but it still kills me. I love being at home with her.
Ah, to be rich. Or just really money savvy.
I think it’s too many unknowns. Too many things up in the air that have a million different solutions – yet each solution comes with another set of problems.
On top of that, I tend to overanalyze things. Surprise! I bet you had no idea about that. 😉
::runs off to pack/clean/torture myself with “if only’s” and try not to go insane::