Have you ever wanted something so bad, but it kept getting delayed until you were so frustrated you wanted to just walk away?
I can't even figure out how to describe how I feel right now. I'm afraid if I start typing I might never stop. But I guess that's what this blog is for!
Thursday I got a call from our mortgage guy Craig. He said we hit a roadblock- you can't have more than one FHA loan at a time. Except that if you can prove that you have a valid reason for needing to move, then you can have two at the same time. He told us a month ago that it wouldn't be a problem and we were good to go. We're supposed to be closing today, but we got a call on Thursday saying that the relocation was not approved. He submitted it to another lender right away.
But then we had to get another appraisal because the one that was already done was done by an appraiser not approved by that particular lender. Blah blah blah. Then they need this certain form signed by us, or signed by the owners, or are waiting on some random person involved in this process to respond to another random request, and they're taking forever, instead of just getting it done.
So here we are, 2:15 on Monday. We should be scraping the ceilings right now, but Bean is at work and I'm fighting the urge to cry constantly or scream at someone. And I'm not doing a very good job. Unfortunately the only person I feel comfortable speaking rudely to is my husband.
But he understands that I'm not mad at him, just the process and he feels exactly the same way. Plus he knows what to say to help me calm down.
So now I'm going to take his advice and take this irritating process one step at a time. The next step: Continue waiting to hear when we'll get our closing time. And rearrange my work schedule so that we can scrape and move on Wednesday.
By this weekend we should be knee-deep in texture and paint and moving our stuff, and these few hours will be forgotten. I think that's the most positive I've sounded all day!
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