Things that completely and totally break my brain:
- Being denied a pug
- Evidence that Sasha was not getting better
- Spending 4 days in close quarters with my mother
- Financing issues
There’s a (supposedly small) hiccup with the bank, and our mortgage is not yet approved for financing. Our conditions expire tomorrow, and apparently the bank wants to do an appraisal of the building before they decide. I’ve been told by Ed, our realtor AND our mortgage guy that this isn’t anything worrisome or a repeat of last time, but that does little to assail my fears: I’m convinced they’re going to find a reason to deny our request again, and that we’re fucked. The thought of this broke my brain last night, and on the way home from work I had a full-on crying freak out. It was awesome. Ed had pull over for some reason, and I just sat in the car and cried and cried and cried.
I’m getting used to limbo. Perhaps I should set up a cot.
If the banks decide to pass, I don’t know what we’re going to do. We’ve already given notice at our apartment building, not to mention the packing we’ve already done.
Everything is sucks.