Venting

Just had another looker on the house.  It's the 4th weekend in a row that we've had to clear out for a showing, which I suppose is a good thing.  I have no idea what they thought about the place, and the fact that they left the back gate open, letting the dog run the neighborhood, is the only reason we know they even showed.  The agent didn't leave a card, so probably not a good sign.  Part of me wants to start asking every agent that calls if their clients are aware this is a short-sale and if they've fully explained what that means BEFORE they waste our time, interrupting our meals or baby's nap time.  But that would be rude, so I'll keep my mouth shut and be as accommodating as possible.

The past two weeks have been....long.  And hard.  We've both been incredibly busy at work, which is good except that it's leaving us wiped out and grumpy in the evenings.  We're hitting crunch time in deciding on and finalizing our plans for childcare this school year, and the more numbers we crunch the less they add up.  Praying for direction and resolution a lot, and I know we have some great prayer warriors in our corner, too, but a lot of days lately we're just not feeling it.  We're starting to nit-pick at each other of the littlest things, as the stress of our situation continues to wear us out.  And if I have one more person say to me, "It'll all work out.  Don't stress over it," I think I'll have a breakdown right then and there.  Let's please put that on the top of the list of things not to say to someone in a stressful situation, particularly if you yourself have not experienced it.  It's like telling someone that just stubbed their toe that it doesn't hurt.  Show empathy, sympathy, listen, ask what you can do to help, tell me you wish you could help, but don't belittle our feelings or the gravity of our situation by telling us not to worry.  It's not even that we are worried, because I don't think that's the appropriate term for our current emotional state.  We're frustrated.  We're tired.  We're ready to move on, to move our family from this puddle of dry quick-sand that is about to get drenched.  The only thing worse than those words are the people who now avoid us altogether, as if our inability to pay our bills is an infectious disease that they might catch by associating with us.  Grrrrr!!!!!!!!!!

Wow.  Guess I needed to vent a little.  Thanks for reading, and I promise I'll try to be nicer in my next entry.  Maybe.