TODAY- the day we were going to close on our house
LAST FRIDAY- the day we appraised and began celebrating (finally!) our new house
TUESDAY- the day we learned we could NOT buy the house because it has lead paint on the exterior
TUESDAY- the day I had a million anxiety attacks (on the inside). I've got class, Baby
TUESDAY- the day the seller agreed to pay half the painting costs and delay closing. Halle-fucking-lujah
WEDNESDAY- the day I was told I HAD to pick a paint color ASAP, missed 2 hours of work going to 2 different Sherwin Williams stores with B, only to learn from our agent that the color we chose was the EXACT SAME as the next door neighbors. Fuuuuuuuuck!
WEDNESDAY- the day I learned Sherwin Williams stores (ALL of them, mind you. Trust me, I went to 3 with B) close at 6pm. FUUUUUUCK
THURSDAY- the day I woke up at 5:30am to be at SW at 6:50am to pick a new color in under 5 minutes. Damn, I'm good. Or completely batshit crazy
THURSDAY- We labeled said colors #1, #2, #3 in order of preference and left them with agent for seller approval (He's paying half and doesn't want to get stuck with a pink house. I don't blame him)
THURSDAY- The day seller approves our color (dark gray) but prefers #3 (light gray). Oh well, fuck him! Dark gray house! Yay!
THURSDAY- The day B & I drive past the house and it is being painted color #3. FUCKITY FUCK FUCK FUCK!
THURSDAY- The day I call our real estate agent who tells me it will be a major issue to change the color at this point. The day B sulks around the house and gives the non-convincing "fine" when I ask how he's doing. The day we realize we're going to have a light gray house.
In reproductive news: I had a blood draw on Tuesday and another tomorrow. I'm supposed to POAS Monday for possible knocked-up news. I am so not counting on a BFP. I'm a complete hypochondriac and I haven't noticed a single weird symptom. This just makes me sad and does not elicity profanity. Just a big sigh....