Turn that Frown Upside-down

Ok, I'm coming out of my dark hole.  Feeling better, good almost.  Part of it is due to some nightmares I had last night where Mr. Molly wanted to pull out of buying the Dream House and divorce me because of my bad attitude.  The other part of it is because the closing is currently scheduled for 4pm on June 29th and that's only 29 days away.  Less than 30 baby!!

We re-arranged the furniture in the AH so that they kids have "playroom" now, which is separate from the "adult living space".  We also put the dining table in the kitchen making it a little cramped but so much easier to clean up after my piglets little boys.  Finally, I am really enjoying the AT&T uverse cable.  The DVR is incredible.  Unfortunately we can't get AT&T uverse at the Dream House so it will be back to good 'ole Insight when we get there.

I'm going to take the boys to the zoo on Saturday since they will be bummed at the seasonally appropriate weather that is too cold for swimming.  I love the zoo so I'm really looking forward to that.

Dream #3

Last night I had a dream about Jim and Cindy.  This what I am naming the current owners of Dream House.  If you get the 90210 reference then you win a cookie.

Jim and Cindy didn't do anything weird in the dream.  We were in dream house walking around, it was 1/2 packed (maybe it was the final walk through or something) and Jim was sitting on his couch.  He told me that he was challenging the appraisal because he felt that the features in the house warranted a higher value.  I was like "have at it" because that only helps me in the long run. 

Cindy told me she was really sad to be leaving the house.  I told her I could relate and that we were so happy to be moving in and we appreciated them taking such good care of it.

Then Cindy asked me if I would help her look for her new house since we obviously have similar taste.  I don't know why she would have asked me that since she is looking at houses 2,000 miles away.  But we were looking at our calendars figuring out when we could get together and I noticed on her calendar that she had the closing of Dream House scheduled for the 24th.  Premonition???????  Probably not since the 24th is a Sunday.

So somehow we ended up on a plane, me and Mr. Molly in one row and behind us Jim and Cindy.  Except it was weird that Jim and Cindy were acting like they didn't know us.  They kept saying "you two look familiar."  

I think this last part stems from when Mr. Molly and I took a walk by Dream House recently and Cindy was in the front dining room window working on homework with her son.  She looked at us and we looked at her and then I freaked that she recognized us and would think we were stalkers (which we are).  Mr. Molly said it's unlikely that she would recognize us as the buyers but she might think we looked familiar.

According to the contract the closing needs to be "on or before" the 30th with "possession 5 days after closing."  Since the 30th is a Saturday, the 29th is the latest we can close, which means we would get possession on July 4th.

The Bed

I hate the bed at the AH.  Like, it makes me really angry.

It is supposed to be a queen but it feels like a double.  It's not only small width wise but short too, and my feet always hang off the end.  The sheets and pillowcases are scratchy/rough and the pillow is horrible.  The comforter is ugly motel-style and rough feeling.  And the thing is creaky.

When I lay down in the bed to go to sleep I just lay there.  I can't get comfortable and I can't stop my mind.  I start to feel panicky about how I can't sleep and I'm going to be tired and cranky the next day.  I start to have anxiety and I get this horrible feeling like I"m choking on my own air.  I get short of breath and start swallowing air and clenching my jaw.  I blame the bed.

That thing looks innocent but it's not. 

Especially when you are used to this:

I'm not quite sure why I'm so stressed.  I guess I'm just not cut out for apartment living.  I pretty much hate it.  It doesn't feel like home at all to me.  I thought that it would be great to not have to bring anything but our clothes but in reality I just feel like I'm using someone else's stuff.  Someone else's cups, plates, couch, shower....

Plus, the pool was supposed to be the best part about this whole temporary living thing.  Guess what? It's totally not.  If it was a weekend morning it would probably be hunky-dory.  However, around 1pm the smell of desperation starts to set in.  I expected young hot single 20-somethings looking to mingle.  Instead it's desperately divorced single 30-somethings who look like they've lived a hard life.  They smoke and drink not only in the pool area but in the street outside our unit.  They play loud music and yell obscenities at each other.  The other day Mr. Molly witnessed 2 grown drunk men wrestling.  It's like we live at Animal House.  Totally not appropriate for my little munchkins to be jumping in with their water wings next to these desperadoes.

So basically RL better set my closing date this week or I'm going to freak out.

Vaca

I'm heading down to Molly's Parents house to pick up my babies and get my hair did and go to a swanky graduation party in an 11,000+ sq foot house.  Don't worry, I'll be back with a vengeance on Monday Tuesday. 

And don't get any ideas about raiding the AH while I'm gone.  Mr. Molly will be there all weekend keeping an eye on the hot 20-somethings at the pool things.

Up 2.4

Since my last weigh in on 5/3/12 I gained 2.4lbs.  According to RL when someone moves they lose 5lbs so I guess that really means I gained 7.4lbs.  I can actually believe it.  During that time I had my BIRTHDAY and my BFF visit so those two events can easily equal 7lbs.

Back on the bandwagon this week.  Well.. maybe after Memorial Day.  I love my mamma's ribs.

42 Days

And so the countdown begins.  42 days (at the most) until we move into Dream House. 

I was planning to get more "settled" in the AH last night but I got last minute invited to the LMFAO concert so that didn't happen.  I really want to get it all set up for when the boys come back on Monday.  I'm nervous about them coming back and being confused.  We have tried to play up the AH but it's not as cool as our old house, Molly's parents' house, or Dream House so I don't know what they will think.  I also don't think they will understand that we can't go back to the old house.  They are only 4yrs old after all.

So the big question is, how much stalking will I do of the old house?  Poor Mr. Molly.  He felt so bad that the grass had burned up a little b/c we've had no rain and he couldn't water b/c the hoses were packed.  He told Jack last night when he turned over the keys and Jack said "It's no big deal, I'm not the kind of guy who needs a green lawn."  WTF Jack??? Way to break Mr. Molly's heart.  He worked so very hard on that grass.

Jack also asked Mr. Molly if he could keep the garbage can outside of the garage.  This is a no-no with the association but just the fact that he asked made us think that they are not going to take as good of care of the house as we did and that is kind of sad.  They are going to keep the front room as a playroom.  I wonder if they will paint over the balloons that Molly's Mom freehand painted on the walls.

I'm sure I'll get reports from my neighbor friends in front and back of the house.  But I will also do many drive-bys in the next 42 days (and probably beyond).  Dream House is exactly 2.87 miles from our old house.  AH is exactly 1.35 miles from our old house.

Keys

Sadness is setting in today.