#pentupissues

The balloon-payment stress of moving is really starting to get to me.

First off, our house is not selling as quickly as I thought it would.  This is both good and bad.  Good, because I don’t relish the thought of somehow packing up this joint, and loading it into a moving truck (or storage containers... whatever the case might be).  Bad, because the whole process dragging on, is slowly but surely sabotaging our move.  We can’t even consider moving into our new, LOVELY house in Olympia until we can sell this place.  Oh- and by the way, I’m more than just a little tickled that we were able to qualify for the home loan up there using just my income.  Who’s a big boy now?

Anyway-- then there’s the added stress of getting this place ready for showings. Which aren’t happening often enough.  Thomas had me let our housekeeper go about three weeks ago.  WHY THE FUCK DID HE ASK ME TO DO THIS?  We WANT the house to be clean, and ready to show at a moment’s notice.  What the fuck kind of logic was he using?  I really just don’t get it.  There’s no way we have the time or energy to keep the house as clean as she did.  As time passes, this is becoming more and more obvious to me.

Thomas is not currently collecting any sort of income.  This is killing me inside, as I watch the credit card debt mount.  We made a lot of assumptions about having some money to handle these debts after the house was sold.  And it’s not looking good.  Even after we move, he won’t be earning a paycheck.  This taints the move for me in a really bad way.  Especially since I’m going to be taking such a big pay cut after the move.  Teachers in Washington make a lot less than teachers in California.  Stress stress stress.

I asked Thomas how we were looking in terms of money this morning.  Not to cut him down, but his assumptions are based on a lot of hope.  Hope that he finds a job with a regular paycheck.  Hope the house sells soon.  Hope is not a strategy, last time I checked.  You have to make things happen.