My Poor Toe

And so begins another week. Hopefully this one will have a few less of the slightly annoying and seemingly constant little setbacks. As you might well guess, I am exhausted both physically and emotionally from the house move and while a good percentage of our things are unpacked and settled, there is still a mountain of chores awaiting and that isn't counting the things that just keep cropping up...you know, the setbacks.

Let's see. we'll just outline the newest of those. We are under attack from ants that apparently live within the walls. They pop out in random locations and once I have quelled the tide, they reemerge elsewhere... I am at war. Then there's the small hole in the washers water line catch. This caused it to not catch the slight leak from a less than completely tightened water line and well it ran down the inside of the wall. I am no expert, but fear this means we must replace the drywall before the potential mold sets in. The last little fun surprise this weekend occurred while my husband was setting up the surround sound speakers. You see, he moved the couch out and I misjudged the distance and slammed my foot into the corner of the couch. I thought I was just being dramatic as I cursed and hopped over to rest and coddle my foot. It soon became clear, however, that my small toe done broke. It quickly swelled and took on a lovely shade of purple...fun.

Life must resume this Monday morning, so the etsy shop is live and my tatting supplies are out. It's been over a week, so I hope I'm not too rusty. Of course I can spend only a minimal amount of time tatting as the house is still calling me and the ant war is unlikely to end anytime soon. The house is big and beautiful and the neighborhood is nice, so I hope that these little things are the biggest things to worry about and then everything should be fine.

Oye

I was going to start out with the phrase, 'you won't believe what happened', but it occurs to me that at this point in the house buying experience that everything that can go wrong will. Without going into particulars, the sellers bank has chosen at this point in the game to change the deal a bit, costing us more money. Now that's not the biggest deal as we went into this assuming that we needed a certain amount of money as a worst case scenario, so we're fine there. The problem is that this amendment requires our lender to do more work and there has to be a 7 day waiting period and this pushes back our close date. Lucky for us they were apparently on track to close at the beginning of next week, so with the added time, we should hopefully still make it before the 14th and at least before our 19th move out date.

I got stressed out for a bit over the extra money needed and the time issues, but honestly I calmed down pretty fast. I suppose I could have put up a big stink about it, but that likely would have only put me under more stress and aggravated the situation. I know that there are a lot of people working in the background on this that would suffer more if we got all crazy like over it, so I'll just play the duck and let the water roll off my back.

I got right back to tatting and finished up the mask I was working on. Now I've just the second in a pair of ankle corsets to finish and everything in the shop is ready to ship. No custom pieces means I should have to keep the store closed for long at all during the move, just as long as I'm knocked out of Internet access. Since every dollar into the household counts extra now, this is a very good thing.

We also have our move out inspection this morning. Hopefully, she doesn't see too much that needs to be done to the house before we leave. Seriously all this deep cleaning crap is really beginning to take its toll on my hands. The greater lesson I'm taking away from this is to clean more frequently in the new digs. Less more often does really sound like a really good idea after all this scrubbing. Though just having a new house with unmarred surfaces to begin with sounds like a dream. All the aged nicks in the linoleum floor here make cleaning them an exercise in futility. I'm sure I'll have a bunch to complain about tomorrow as well. I know you just can't wait huh?