Remedy

Today is the first day since this whole thing began that Greta woke up with no drooping on either side.  I feel relieved that maybe we have gotten past this.  I was still up with her a lot last night due to two little teeth coming in on the bottom.  I am going to miss her gummy smile, but Chris assured me she will look cute with teeth, too.

Now that the Bell's Palsy seems to have passed and I can stop watching her like a hawk and worrying like a mom, I looked around my house this morning and groaned.  It's a mess.  Every day I have loaded/unloaded the dishwasher--but it seems that is all I have done.  There are toys everywhere.  My filing "cabinet" (which is actually just one of those SUPER expandable filing folders) is sprawled all over the desk area in the kitchen.  Also on that desk: Greta's carseat, diaper bag, our NEW printer (love me a wireless printer), the printer paper, the printer box, Greta's toy attachment for her highchair, and all of the mail for the last 5 days.  Gotta tackle that today.

In the midst of getting Greta the Great feeling great, I sold our sectional.  Yesterday, actually.  They are going to pick it up on Friday.  And don't tell them, but they are buying it for the exact price we purchased it for.  $800.  We got it on super clearance, because it was the floor model.  It is a $1200-$1600 couch and we have loved it.  Lots of people came to look at it, and sit in it, and compliment it, and measure it and think about it.  Five different people were e-mailing me on a daily basis asking more questions about it.  After it sold, I think Chris and I both wish it didn't.  Just one of those things that you know really doesn't fit or won't work--but you can't part with it.

We also got all of our paperwork turned in on the house.  Wow, buying a house is a lot of work.  We had to find a lot of documents and contact our accountant who also had to find a lot of documents.  Then, I sat in an office with a lady, whose first language is NOT english, for an hour and talk about this 30-year purchase.  I have had a lot of trouble e-mailing with her.  She never quite answers any of my questions.  I thought maybe it was just the language barrier, but seeing her in person--I know it was more.  While talking to me, she was looking up stuff on her computer and dialing her phone (on speakerphone).  Ring Ring.  Voicemail.  Pick it up.  Hang it up.  Dial another number.  She never did get ahold of anyone--so who knows what she was doing.  In the last 24 hours she told us 3 different numbers for what our monthly payment will be.  Unfortunately, these numbers have gotten progressively higher.  The third number we are not comfortable paying.  After all of this, we are ready to walk away from that house that we love if we can't get this resolved.  I sent her an email this morning--but we all know how those go.

Life has been busy.  I haven't worked out in 5 days (sorry Meags!), my fruit bowl is still full--which means I haven't been eating, and my house is a mess.  I gotta remedy this.