Stop judging me for using a Katy Perry lyric as my title.
I see that look on your face.
That song is my jam! I even do the running man.
You're missing out with me being so far away.
We're not getting the house. We've pulled every random idea out of our rear ends and nothing. Notta. Not one single thing worked.
I received a phone call this evening from John, the sellers realtor. I swear that's one of the nicest men on the planet. He left me a voicemail expressing his condolences and told me that he thought we deserved such a great house. I had held it together pretty well until then.
I had just gotten back from grocery shopping and right there in the middle of my in-laws kitchen, putting away Gerber Sweet Potatoes, I started bawling.
Someone told me not to get my hopes up with houses but me? I'm too "smart" to heed warnings. I not only had my hopes tied up in it, I had around $1500. *insert curse words*
If Quicken doesn't compensate us for our losses, I have every intention of taking them to small claims court.
We uprooted our family, we moved in with our in-laws, and we allowed our kids to dream with us. I think that's the most heartbreaking part. It's also the part that makes me more determined to create real stability for them.
Haddie started her preschool today and over my dead body is she doing anything else, Monday-Friday from 9-1 except for learning her little heart out and developing relationships. I may be over exaggerating a bit, but you get the picture. That smile is too precious to yank away again.
We lost the house because Andy's ex-wife has stopped making payments on the home that the divorce decree stated she was legally supposed to assume.
Andy's credit has taken a nosedive and my dream of stability has gone up in flames.
Because she refuses to do so, we have got to take her to court to have her assume the loan and have it removed from Andy's financial history before it forecloses and we're stuck with no house for 7 years. Also, if the boys catch wind of anything that's going on, we would have to explain to them why grownups can't make grownup decisions. It all makes me ill.
In the event that find out, how do you tell your kids that in order to take care of the entire family, you have to make decisions that could negatively effect their mother?
I am...... .. ...
I don't know. For now...
I think I'll sing some les Miserables...
At the end of the day you're another day older...
And that's all you can say for the life of the poor.
It's a struggle. It's a war.
And there's nothing that anyone's giving.
One more day standing about what is it for?
Ok good. I've sufficiently wallowed.
I think it's probably time that I turned that Katy Perry back on.
No one wants to hear me try to sing "I Dreamed A Dream."
I know we'll figure something out. We're going to make this work and become stronger people because of it...
'Cause I am a champion and you're gonna hear me roar...
I received a phone call this evening from John, the sellers realtor. I swear that's one of the nicest men on the planet. He left me a voicemail expressing his condolences and told me that he thought we deserved such a great house. I had held it together pretty well until then.
I had just gotten back from grocery shopping and right there in the middle of my in-laws kitchen, putting away Gerber Sweet Potatoes, I started bawling.
Someone told me not to get my hopes up with houses but me? I'm too "smart" to heed warnings. I not only had my hopes tied up in it, I had around $1500. *insert curse words*
If Quicken doesn't compensate us for our losses, I have every intention of taking them to small claims court.
We uprooted our family, we moved in with our in-laws, and we allowed our kids to dream with us. I think that's the most heartbreaking part. It's also the part that makes me more determined to create real stability for them.
Haddie started her preschool today and over my dead body is she doing anything else, Monday-Friday from 9-1 except for learning her little heart out and developing relationships. I may be over exaggerating a bit, but you get the picture. That smile is too precious to yank away again.
We lost the house because Andy's ex-wife has stopped making payments on the home that the divorce decree stated she was legally supposed to assume.
Andy's credit has taken a nosedive and my dream of stability has gone up in flames.
Because she refuses to do so, we have got to take her to court to have her assume the loan and have it removed from Andy's financial history before it forecloses and we're stuck with no house for 7 years. Also, if the boys catch wind of anything that's going on, we would have to explain to them why grownups can't make grownup decisions. It all makes me ill.
In the event that find out, how do you tell your kids that in order to take care of the entire family, you have to make decisions that could negatively effect their mother?
I am...... .. ...
I don't know. For now...
I think I'll sing some les Miserables...
At the end of the day you're another day older...
And that's all you can say for the life of the poor.
It's a struggle. It's a war.
And there's nothing that anyone's giving.
One more day standing about what is it for?
Ok good. I've sufficiently wallowed.
I think it's probably time that I turned that Katy Perry back on.
No one wants to hear me try to sing "I Dreamed A Dream."
I know we'll figure something out. We're going to make this work and become stronger people because of it...
'Cause I am a champion and you're gonna hear me roar...
Sorry the house didn't go through Sarah. Mom and dad lost plenty of houses when I was younger and I turned out pretty much okay. :) I'm sure Haddie will too.
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