No. that is a baby deposit sign. Kinda like you can drop em off at hospitals and say, "I tried, but like I don't care for this baby at ALL" type Safe Haven laws. Those are the jaws of LIFE.
Now me? "I will rehab the house" the husband said. Over a year ago, "I am so close," he said, recently, I hired so many contractors because like I was like, "I really think he has nearly finished." 30 K of contractors if you add it all up.
He came up to "help" me with my schedule and now I feel a bit like THIS:
Only it is water. It is 3 weeks worth of water, which, to add insult to INJURY our husband actually MAINTAINED our freaking water heater, replaced the pipe thing that exploded, and DRAINED it. Oh well, we gots proof.
Jesu Criste, the house was SO CLOSE. So pretty. All that was needed was a few odds and ends, and like HOLY CRUD the floors, foundation, and ceilings and doors are BUCKLING. Things are falling OFF things There is mold EVERYWHERE.
I have had this panic feeling that if we did not get the house on the market before Christmas, bad things would happen. I had on clue I why I felt that way.
Getting up at 5 am is making me precognitive, definitely . Although I am a Real Estate Goddess (I really am) and now I wish I WAS NOT because my runes are telling me the
insurance company will NOT be kind, and we may wind up like, having the old home being hauled away, our mortgage paid off, but owning a lovely piece of land in Tucson, which is NOT where I want to own land.
We could sell it I guess. Jesus.
Anna