Let’s just be done with this already.

Good morning, my beautiful babes. It’s Saturday, and… that’s it. It’s Saturday.

I spoke with our agent yesterday. The buyer seems to be on target to tick off every box on a checklist of “what not to do while buying a house”. She recently opened a new credit card, which could have caused some major headache and she’s very lucky it didn’t. She’s also changing her job, which looks really bad to the lender. At the same time, her agent goes to ours to complain about the delays in paperwork. It’s as though they’ve completely forgotten all of the bullshit with repairs and estimates. Maybe, if they hadn’t drawn everything out for three weeks, all of this would be over with already.

Our agent asked if I was ready to go. I’m ready. I’ve been ready. I’m surprisingly ready.

Mostly, I just want to be able to do stuff again. It was one thing to be alone in the house when I didn’t have any place to be or anything to do. Now? I don’t have anywhere I need to be, but the house is empty and there’s nothing to do and all the craft stuff is in boxes.