What if. What if. What if.
I'm trying not to be overwhelmed.
I'm trying to take this all one step at a time.
I'm extremely blessed so I shouldn't be complaining. But darn-it I feel like I'm drowning!
I'm feeling so overwhelmed that I'm tempted just to say "Screw it all!" and take my option to cancel.
I've had to explode on Hubs because he is taking the "Eh, later" approach to everything going on.
"Eh, we can get boxes for the move later."
"Eh, we can notify housing of the move later."
"Eh, we can finish up the paperwork later."
|This is what I want to say to Hubs...via|
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To be fair, this has always been Hubs' personality and it's one of the things I loved when we first got together. But now that we're working on the biggest investment of our lives I find the "Eh, later" approach to be inappropriate. I'm sure he would say that my "Zouu Mi GAWD the world is going to end if we don't handle this RIGHT NOW" attitude doesn't make for a positive motivator either.
Ugh, either way... things are slowly getting accomplished. We will see what happens in the days to come. This next week will determine a lot. Contract underwriting sucks!