The last few days has been a whirlwind. My opinion on some of it I shall keep censored and not say what is really on my mind. Safer that way. Last we chatted, my Mom was coming into town for the wedding of our oldest daughter. She flew in late Wednesday, hubby was nice enough to pick her up, we had a late supper and she spent the night, and the next day we had a lovely morning/afternoon visit, complete with scones and then site seeing and showing her our soon to be residence. After we made the drive to drop her off at my Aunts house... she was staying with them to spend time with her mother ( my Grandmother) and her sister ( my Aunt). Friday was a quiet day. No big plans and just a day to take it easy before the madness of a wedding weekend.. little did I know how much I would need it!
Saturday during the day was not so bad, my youngest and myself went for a walk and then went out for a day of shopping and had a very relaxing time. We mostly window shopped, but I did manage to bring home a new wire basket and some candles for the future home, so was quite pleased. That night was the rehearsal and rehearsal dinner. I was skipping the first part, but was not left out of the family drama, being pulled in via phone calls from the bride, then my Mom and then speaking to my Aunt, back to talking with the bride.... will not go into it, but not fun times! Once at the place we all were eating at, it just went down hill from there. The family rift was still going on, the room we were to be dining in, well the manager and the wait staff mistakenly sat other people in and we had to wait 45 minutes, crowded into the waiting area to be seated; once sat, you could cut the tension with a knife.... "Drink please!!" Not to get graphic, but lucky me and my wonky hormones I was plagued by bad cramps as well... so yeah, fun times! I seriously just wanted to be home, in bed and reading my book.
Fast forward to Sunday. The day of the wedding. Hubby and I spent the day packing and watching home shows, and in between fielding phone calls and visits from the bride and family members. Finally the time arrived to drive to the venue. When we arrived all was quiet and I went to find our "darling daughter". She was in getting hair and make up done and much to my surprise none of the wedding decorations were done, and she had a look on her face as if she was going to burst into tears and kill someone all at the same time. I rallied the troops and we went to work creating the decorations and getting them set up. I tried to calm her... not easy and I did not succeed. Come to find out that the poor girl was also hormonal as well as there had been an accident and she had gotten bopped in the nose, resulting in fear of a broken nose, bruising and was in pain. It truly was no wonder she was off the charts stressed (more than usual) and was snapping at anyone that spoke to her. Eventually the wedding did happen, and it went off without a hitch ( the picture taking unfortunately did not and she and I are both going to censor ourselves on that subject). I must say she did make a very pretty bride and the Rockabilly theme, it being held at the California Automobile Museum, surrounded with vintage cars was just perfect for her. We had sliders and chips (salads too), vintage soda's to sip on (though will admit my middle daughter smuggled in bubbly that we sipped on all evening) and we close out the evening with an ice cream bar... it was all just right for who our daughter is... and yes, though filled with stress and a number of hiccups, it was enjoyable... though we are all glad it is over. Two brides in three months... not what I recommend to anyone!
Monday, my Mom came to visit with me again and we took a long walk, grabbed some Peet's coffee, people watched and window shopped before she went back to my Aunts. I was unfortunately in a lot of pain from something that had happened at the wedding and the long walk did not help, so by evening I was couch bound. Much of yesterday was the same and I am only slightly better today, though I did walk again so as to release some stress. Mom spent the night last night and today flew back to Texas. I enjoyed her visit, but it was exhausting! Again censored. So now I am ready to just sit and relax and watch some HGTV and have a cup of tea, or two or three. I would already be doing so, but really did wish to fill you in on life in my neck of the woods.
"What about the house you ask??" Well, my darlings, I shall tell you this. We are not there yet. We had hoped to be closing this week. I mentioned the delays and how nothing happens on a weekend, well they are still in place. The final FHA inspection happened. The report reviewed, turned in and sent to the lender. Apparently they are awaiting a credit report that should arrive today, and then from there we are told it takes 48-72 hours till the lender signs off and we can close. Are you doing the math?? Yes, you guessed it, that brings us to the end of the week and well nothing can happen on the weekend. So thus we shall not be moving this weekend as we had hoped and planned, we will be waiting, unable to pack further and unable to clean further and just as in the last post, the clock will continue to tick off the hours as we draw closer to the day we have to vacate the apartment, cleaned to within a inch of it's existence. OH! But here is the part I need to censor my true feelings about.. we were already told that the underwriter at the lender is behind and that will extend the amount of time before it is signed off on and we can close. Did I mention that we have to be out by the 30th or find a hotel to live in with everything packed and a cat in tow?? Our mortgage broker is trying to put a rush on it and tell the lender we will be homeless.. but honestly I am pretty sure they do not care. Again I shall censor my true thoughts on all of this. I have had so many people asking me and or saying that this still must be so very exciting. Well my response to that has to be censored as well I am afraid... but I am sure by now you can imagine my answer.