The Edge

A few things first--
1. I'm still running. Again, I wish that I was making more/better progress, but it's better than just sitting on the couch. Right? (right.)
2. My kid is seriously funny. He is witty and quick and he is only three. For the record, E$ sleeps in our bed and we love it and don't plan on changing it anytime soon. So he woke up one morning, sat up, pressed both of his hands to my cheeks and said, "Mama, I need breakfast." Then jumped up out of the bed and ran to the kitchen. He comes back in a box of ice cream sandwiches,which I promptly instructed him to return to the freezer and to not eat one. He pivoted, turned and was gone for five minutes, which, you know if you know any three year olds, is long enough for there to be trouble. He returns with a chocolate mustache and beard and when I ask, "E$, did you eat one of those up front?" his response is a quick, "No." Then a long pause, and he completed his sentence: "I ate it at the table." And what could I do with that?

Now the heavy. The house stuff. Have I even updated here about the house? We weren't looking for a house, but J found one and it is perfect. It's like it was built for our family, except it was built in 1987 when I was seven and Jason was seventeen and that just sounds creepy. So anyway, he found this house and we fell in love. We got qualified and we made an offer. We sat on the edge of our seats over the course of three days and finally signed a contract, ON OUR ANNIVERSARY. And! We could rent our current house to my sister, so we didn't have to sell or spend a buncha money fixing every little detail of our current house and everything was falling into place and it's karma and kismet and meant to be and huzzah! End of story, right? Not so fast. Then came the actual financing, which should have been a cinch, according to our mortgage broker, but it wasn't. We spent two weeks waiting, only to get a rejection last Thursday, so we made the changes and waited another week to get rejected again. We're not done, but are now sending a "fresh packet" to a new underwriter and crossing our fingers while we wait. That alone is enough to make me want to check myself into the pysch ward, but there's more. E$ gave up his pappy last weekend. He can fall asleep without it, but is waking up in the middle of the night, searching for it and crying. Mourning, really. Monday night, we were up from midnight until past two, watching Sesame Street on the Netflix. I know it just takes time and I know it will get better, but geez oh Pete we have enough going on and now the pappy is gone. You think that's enough to handle, right? That Life would cut us some slack. Sike.  At work, J is facing challenges with scheduling and parts coming in (or not coming in) and has been super stressed over that. AND!!  It gets better. One more thing, J said. One more thing and he was done and done and done. Just. One. More. Thing.
Guess what? Yesterday in the mail, J got a notice to show up for jury duty on Monday, the day we were supposed to close.


(But as of tonight, we're not closing on Monday anyway. Paperwork is likely to take at least a week or so, so everything is being pushed back.  Assuming it all goes through. But, as Jason likes to say, we've made huge deposits into our karma bank, so we're bound to get a break sooner or later... right?? )