So Monday the 7th, FirstBonus sent me a link to a house. I immediately called the number and asked when we could view it. The property manager said Tuesday afternoon worked for her.
Tuesday afternoon rolled around and Husband was off work in enough time that he could meet me there, so we got to check it out together. I immediately filled out an application for us, sent her the application fee via paypal, and we headed home.
Wednesday she pulled our credit.
Thursday we heard nothing. I went to work, cutting and making Easter basket liners for Sunshine Daydream Creations.
Friday morning I emailed her to check on the status of our application. And then I went to work again. I needed something to keep me busy and my mind off things. Being in limbo is really hard for me – it’s hard mentally. I had to pick the boys up at 4pm, and as I walked into my friend’s house, I got the email that we were accepted. I cried on my friend’s shoulder. She loves me. And I love her right back. The property manager and I emailed back and forth – we decided we would pick up keys on the 18th.
Saturday I lost my brain to the crazy. I was up early and showered. I knew I had to go to the bank, and needed to sew a couple of things for my Sister. But my brain would not let me even think about sewing. Instead, it was focused on the bank issue. And packing. And changing the door knobs. And figuring out what we were going to move when. And where would we put some things in the house. And researching a slider door insert with a dog door for the dogs. And could Husband take off part of Monday? And when are we moving the cable box, because I have to schedule the technician. And I had to write out the schedule for this coming week AND for moving. (We may not completely follow the schedule, but I had to write it out.) It wasn’t until 4pm that my brain stopped the crazy, and I could relax enough to sew.
And y’all, my Husband just rode the train with me. When I handed him door knobs (we change a few to key locks when we move in), he said he would change them. And when I started taking ours out of the doors, he just laughed and went behind me and put the house ones in. When I started pulling things out of the closets, he helped me get things off the top shelf. When I asked questions that we have no answers to, he helped me brainstorm. He gets me. He didn’t make fun of me, he just rolled with it. And that’s why he’s awesome and I love him.
Spike helped with the sewing this evening. My Mom said she looks not happy. She never looks happy. lol