Sunday morning I was up early with little sleep. I was sad about the house situation and losing out. Maybe I should have just done what C suggested and make an offer sight unseen.
I also got a monstrous charlie horse in my right leg at about 3am. I tried to walk it off, stretch, drink a lot of extra water, it eventually subsided. It was behind my knee, my hamstring was so tight. I was so close to getting in a hot shower to hit it to help but eventually I was comfortable enough to go back to bed, and eventually sleep.
Because it was so early, Toffee and I had some good cuddle time while my phone did an Android update of some sort. I hate it. They changed the size of things and put many of my apps into Dark Mode. And some of my settings just disappeared. Thanks, Android. Super helpful.
Doug slept in, and he seemed to be in a good mood at first but progressively got rather grumpy to the point where I said "why are you being so incredibly rude to ME." He told me after he had breakfast that his stomach hurt. So what. Take that out on me? No. Stop. I went out to water the garden, everything was looking wilty. I thought it rained here yesterday (it sure did out in Western Virginia) so I didn't water yesterday, but I guess we got ripped off here in the DC area.
He told me he's pissed about the house, and feels like we should have gone out on Friday to see it.
He suspects we basically got chumped by the listing agent, who he sees is playing Mean Girls games with our buyer's broker, and it's bullshit that she "didn't realize" T was taking us to the house after she showed it to someone and took their offer. She doesn't want to share her commission with a buyer's broker. So she's not responding to the texts and won't tell us.
I said we can't know that (but ... I mean. Not a bad theory, but) and anything can happen. Also, it's Sunday and maybe she's busy with family and things.
He doubts that is true. He is thinking the absolute worst dirty dog dealing situation.
If T can hear back from the listing agent with info on what the offer was, and if we can counter, we'll see what comes. That did not make him happy. He pulled up the listing and was so pissed to see "under contract" on the picture. And then continued to be mad.
T sent us some other listings. And he's even more pissed she continues to send us listings in HOAs up the side of a mountain 23 minutes outside of town, where they charge you $300 a month for mowing a field near the clubhouse we will never use. And she sent a listing for a townhouse and that isn't what we want and he was frustrated saying "she doesn't get it" but she really does ... she's just trying to be helpful and he does not have to look at them or respond. I had to listen to him rant. And be short with me. So I just went in the kitchen and fussed with things.
Oh my god.
He is also mad because he is helping his aunt and cousin fill out an online application for a rental. She's arguing with him that the rental company is "being mean" to her by making her do this. Why do they need a copy of my drivers license front and back. Why do they need a bank statement. "I went to the bank and asked for that and they told me they didn't know what I was talking about." They didn't know what your bank statement was? C'mon, man.
And his cousin hasn't got paystubs or a W2. Doug called him today to talk him through how to take a picture of something (ie: the bank statement, or the drivers license) and send it to him as an attachment. We will print it as a PDF and attach it to the online application. He (the cousin) said he doesn't know how to do that. Doug repeatedly explained how to take a picture and attach it to a text.
Doug is extra furious that they cannot even adult enough to find themselves some documentation, and get it to the rental agent. He signed up for the rental portal for them. He logged into her Social Security account to get a statement. He did this that and the other thing, and he just does not understand why they are so epically incapable of self-care.
That was before noon and by 6pm he still had not sent us anything.
"I'm going to have to go over there myself and do this, aren't I?" he said to me. And then he went to take the dog for a walk, even though it is 95 degrees and 90% humidity because he's just so angry.
I thought about the gym, and my foot was hurting a lot today. I've done a lot over the past few days. So I just walked inside the house while he walked Toffee. I need to get back into a more steps situation but the treadmill just sounds horrible to me right now. I tried to take a nap, but couldn't turn my brain off.
After dinner, I did go out for a pokemon walk, and it started to rain so I turned around and came back instead of going the full mile around. Got home just in time. I was 900 steps shy of 10k at 11pm so I went back out for a quick walk down the other end of the street to the other pokemon things, hit the goal and felt pretty good.
Doug never did go over to his aunt's house to get what's needed. I don't know if he's going to do it tomorrow or whatever. His fuse is short, and he may just tell them they're on their own.
He pulled up a house we had considered and were going to look at before The Dream House came on the market. He thinks we should take a stab at this one. The price is right, it's in the town I like the best and would want to live in, It needs a few things, like a couple doors that have to be replaced because they're all messed up (how do people mess up doors?) Nice level yard. Privacy for Geoff and we wouldn't have to put a bathroom downstairs. It works. It could be good. We'll sleep on it.
Watch it go under contract overnight. lolz.
Tomorrow's a new day. And a short week so I'm absolutely thrilled to cram everything into 4 days instead of 5.
No picture, almost took one of Toffee in the back yard but she was too fast. She loves to run! Digits below.
digits
exercise: 12/12 hours. Two walks. One in the house for 20 min, .94 mile; then outside but cut short, 15 min, .68 mile. And one more but I didn't measure time & distance. 10k+ steps by bedtime
blood glucose:
8am: 154
4:45pm: 116
11pm: 105
food & meds:
8am: phentermine+jardiance
12:30pm: egg mcmuffin at home, with bacon and cheddar
2pm: some tuna salad (doug had a sandwich and there was leftover in the bowl); met+glip
6:30pm: nachos w/ cheese and spicy ground beef, sour cream & avocado salsa
8pm: finished the beef (not really enough to put in for left overs)
9pm: met+glip
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