So we’re just here waiting for the time and place to sign the docs on the house and close. Maybe. It’s a bit of a nail biter when people are waiting to the last second to do their jobs and then asking for things they’ve had for months, or suddenly don’t understand what they do have. But we are being patient and staying positive. Truthfully, we know everyone is trying, but they are all overworked and pressured beyond reason (in my opinion). Especially with some staff turnovers that have happened and that is likely the reason we’ve had to resubmit documents.
So will we close on time??? Even my crystal ball is fogged with confusion at this point. I should know by Friday’s post. What I do know is that we have to be out of this house by the end of the month. I’ve held onto my “Leo” temper for 8 months now, and I really don’t want to test it
Which reminds me of a totally unrelated story about my temper. I don’t usually yell, but I solve problems. Like the time a hospital threatened to “release” my mom who had three fractures in her spine. So I had taken her in and had to go home to get my kids from school. My sister left work early and went to be with her, when the hospital doctor told her they were sending my mom home. This is a typical tactic that I won’t get into here. but I was familiar with it. When my sister called me in a panic and told me that, my temper snapped. I told them to her to tell them to go right ahead and release her — I’d have a newspaper reporter and photographer (before cell phones and going “viral” was a big thing) waiting there to document it. My sister to her credit, trusted me and told them what I’d said. I wasn’t bluffing, I was royally pissed and I’d have done it in a heartbeat. Once my sister told them that, the hospital had an instant change of heart and did the right thing. That’s what my temper looks like when I’m pushed beyond my limits.
All that said, I believe being nice and listening to others gets more done in my experience. It also makes me like myself better Another part of that story with my mom — over the next months as my mom got sicker she had to go into a full time care facility. When she got scared, was in pain and couldn’t get help, she’d threaten with, “I’ll tell my daughter when she gets here.” Now my mom had a high pain tolerance and sometimes wouldn’t realize how much pain she was in until it was really bad. I knew this, so when I’d walk into that situation, it was easy to resolve because I had a good relationship with the nurses and staff there. I’d taken the time to get to know them, and since they dealt with older sick patients everyday, they’d taught me a lot about how to handle things. Being there often, along with being nice, kind and asking questions, solved way more problems then my losing my temper ever would have. These people took as good of care of my mom as they could in that kind of setting, and I made sure to appreciate that every single day. They’d call me when she had any issues no matter how small. They’d never have done that if I’d been a jerk to them.
Which has nothing to do with the house But I really do know everyone is trying hard, and I have faith it’ll all work out. Probably!
Do you have any random thoughts you’d like to share?