"After putting our first home on the market February 1st, we entered into a purchase agreement on March 16th. Five months later, we finally closed that life chapter."
That's the direct quote from my "life event" on Facebook that happened yesterday, August 20th. We finally sold the house!
We got a call from our realtor over the weekend telling us that everything was finally cleared on our buyer's end, and we were most likely going to be closing this week—maybe even on Monday! While I was thrilled to hear that bit of news, my very practiced skepticism crept in, and out of my mouth came, "Yeaaah. I'll believe that when I see it."
Last night, we got another call from our realtor (notice it's beyond Monday, Tuesday, and even Wednesday at that point). It turns out: FHA loans take 60 days to close once everything is cleared. So, our buyer is now seeking out standard financing at this point.
Why this couldn't happen, oh, like, three months ago, I do not know. And, how did nobody know about the 60 days?
Obnoxious. Really.
We still own two homes, by the way. Our buyer is still having some serious problems getting off of her previous mortgage with her soon-to-be ex. I don't really understand how it all works, but I know that her soon-to-be ex was rejected for his refinance on Friday. So, that has delayed things again. I know that she is working hard (with her attorney) to figure out a way to be able to close, but it all seems really complicated.
And I thought my life has been really hard . . . you know? I feel bad for her.
Nora: When I grow up, I might be a good girl all the time, but I probably won't for right now.
Willis: Oh. Wow. How very rational of you, Nora.
Nora: (Glaring.) Well, I'm going to go nurse my babies.
By the way, this was after an extensive conversation about why Nora never eats her dinner.
Nora: Hey, Mom? Is Jesus as big as you?
Me: Um. Probably. He's probably taller.
Nora: Oh. Well, is Jesus as big as Daddy?
Me: You know what? I'm not really sure. Probably.
Nora: Does Everett have a little baby Jesus in his heart?
Me: Hahaa! Yeah. He'd have to be a tiny, little, baby Jesus, wouldn't He?
One day, I was at a volcano at PPS. Then, I got really scared. Then, I went to the volcano and watched it. I never looked at it. I had to go away. Then, I got dead because my grandma gave me up, and then, I got really tired. Then, she got me back home.
This morning, I drove the kids over to Ogden Dunes to check out Nora's preschool for next year. The teacher was awesomely proactive about reaching out to me and responding to me after I had sent her a message on her website requesting more information. So, I signed Nora up, sight unseen. We saw it today, though, and I'm really excited about the place. Nora seemed to like it, but she was incredibly shy. I suppose I didn't blame her because there were several kids in there that were taller than her and wanted to talk.
Henry seemed really excited about the place, too, but he most likely will not be able to go until the school year after next. (He would have gone to Nora's current preschool next school year, had we stayed put.) I think he's going to be really disappointed when he figures out that he won't be going to school this year. He was already looking forward to it. (These guys seriously do not forget anything.)
I did get a chance to meet a local mom today, so I'll be in touch with her to figure out the ins and outs of having wee ones where we are moving. I'm excited about that. She was really friendly, which was refreshing.
In other news, Nora got pooped on by a big, fat bird as we were walking back into our house (on her coat sleeve). It was so gross, she cried. I told her to be glad it wasn't in her hair (I've had that happen to me before). I've been pooped on by birds more than I care to count, really. I must have a head that says, "Oh, yeah! It'd be awesome to poo on that from up here."
In other gross news, we still know NOTHING about our housing situation. We don't know if our buyer's divorce is final or not. We don't know if her financing is getting ready or not. We don't have a closing date or any idea of when we may know one. We just know absolutely stinking nothing, and we are about to wig (especially me). So . . . that's going on.
In other, similarly TMI news, Henry is potty trained. Note that I've never felt confident enough to say that about Nora. I guess I understand it, now, when people say that potty training can happen overnight. It kind-of did with Henry. I thought girls were supposed to be easier. What's up with that, universe?
A car alarm somewhere in our neighborhood went off, like, four separate times last night at about 30 minutes a pop. The first time, I thought it was our car (it sounded that close, but I'm fairly confident it was behind our house somewhere). It wasn't.
Willis will most likely be gone for about 12 hours a day for most of this week again. That's hurty.
That's the news from House Purgatory. Pray for our sanity.
