I'M FREAKING OUT HERE. FREAKING THE FRICK OUT.
My husband is apparently too busy working to talk to me about the fact that someone just made an offer to buy our house and they want us out by July 24. Yes, ONE BLESSED MONTH to move my entire life to some house out there on the MLS that we haven't even made an offer on. We were testing the market, people. Not planning on moving in ONE MONTH. The average house takes four months to sell. Ours? ONE FRICKING DAY. I have two children under two, do you realize what this might entail?
Padded rooms and straight-jackets. Lock me up and throw away the key. I need drugs, lots and lots of drugs. Drugs that make it so that I don't think about anything. Or feel anything.
I'm doing the only thing I can do. I'm talking to the Internet. I'm complaining and at the same time, I'm FREAKING OUT.
Renee's birthday party is in TWO DAYS. My parents are coming to visit tonight and staying until Sunday. I have fricking birthday banners to make and tissue balls to construct. Doesn't this lady know that THIS IS A BAD WEEK FOR ME. I'm BUSY. I'm busy thinking about my baby girl and how she's TWO FRICKING YEARS OLD. I need to wallow in that. Doesn't this lady know that? IT'S WHAT I DO.
The icing on the cake is my whole job situation where I'm trying to make a REALLY big decision about my, dare I say it, career and I have to make this decision by MONDAY. Yes, THIS MONDAY. As in, two days after my baby girl turns two and three days after we make a huge decision about where we call home.
Internet, will you be offended if I use the f bomb? Because HOLY FUCK I'm FREAKING OUT.
And my husband? He's unavailable. Un-freaking-available. He's busy working.
When I started this post, the first thing that came to my head was Good Golly Miss Molly. I don't think I have EVER used that phrase before. I'm going to be THIRTY years old in a few months and I've never used that phrase and Good Golly Miss Molly is all I can come up with to say today. This is a very thin thread I'm clutching here. VERY THIN.
I better go and call my mom. Maybe she's available to talk to me and not busy working.
HOLY SHIT, I can't believe this is happening.
Yipes. I don't know what to say, except for "when it rains, it pours." Do you have to decide on the offer today? I say enjoy your weekend celebrating Renee's birthday, and don't make any rash decisions until after that's over. Oh and also? Maybe spike the birthday punch.
Posted by: anne | June 25, 2009 at 11:35 AM
I ♥ the F-word . . . it is just perfect for every situation. Anne is right on 'when it rains, it pours'! I agree with her on maybe waiting until the weekend is over to make a decision on the house. And on spiking the punch.
On the upside, if you are going to have problems, these are the ones to have, right?! Good luck!
Posted by: Nicole | June 25, 2009 at 12:04 PM
The Internet is a great place to find someone to hold your hand (and I don't mean that in the creepy cyber-stalker way that you might find on other blogs...). I would take the fact that you got an offer in one f-ing day and run with it. It's obviously a sign from the housing gods that it's meant to be. Or not. Either way, there's a birthday party coming up, right? That means cake, right? C-A-K-E. Works to calm me down every time! (Also? Spiked punch will help).
Make sure there's plenty of cake left over so that on Sunday you can have MORE and work on making the job/house decisions. C-A-K-E always helps me to make big decisions, too! (We eat A LOT of cake).
PS I'm never offended by the f-bomb. Ever.
Posted by: The Mommy | June 25, 2009 at 12:51 PM
Woah... talk about fast! :) Take some time to think about it!! Everything happens for a reason though...
Posted by: Steph | June 25, 2009 at 02:38 PM
Hang in there. It sounds like you need a nice cold margarita. Hopefully everything will fall into place and work itself out. Keep us all posted.
Posted by: Leslie Collins | June 25, 2009 at 06:45 PM
That's what happened to us! First day on market, we sold it that afternoon!
Sell! Sell! Can your family help you pack?
Enjoy the experience. It'll be another thing that you and your hubby survived together and can look back on later as a big success!
Posted by: AmandaH | June 26, 2009 at 12:03 PM
yay, for you. hope you survived and had a nice bday weekend for renee and with your family.
Posted by: lib | June 27, 2009 at 07:40 PM
I guess "Good Golly Miss Molly" is better than "I Think I Just Sh** Myself"....which is what I would have titled it.
Good lord, woman, you have a full plate! Is there a small chance you can hire someone to be Mommy while you escape to a tropical island for 6 weeks???
Posted by: Chris in NY | June 28, 2009 at 09:51 AM