OmegaMom

We have a “For Sale” sign out front.  I am now on call for house showing at an hour’s notice.  This is because we have a Bad Dawg, and have to clear him out of the house before strangers can come in.

Our listing is up.  The house is going for about $14,000 more than twice what we paid for it, which is okay.  The listing is incorrect; it says we’re on propane, but we’re actually on natural gas.

My bro, SIL, niece and nephew are showing up tomorrow night for a night’s stay.

The day after that, FIL and Step-MIL are arriving, and they are staying through Sunday a.m.

In the midst of all this, we are trying to keep the house somewhat (for us) clean.  Our realtor told us we had to de-clutter; OmegaDad and I looked at each other with deer-in-the-headlights looks, because, to us, it already was de-cluttered.  So I’m going through and removing things left and right, trying to figure out whether we should keep whatever it is, or just toss it.  I’m doing a lot of tossing.

The dotter is coming home dead tired every night, which, in the normal run of things would be a Good Thing.  However, whenever she’s dead tired, she turns into a cranky, whiny pill.

To top it all off, like Jess, we have managed to lose the important part of the dotter’s adoption records.  Like, the copies of her estimated birth certificate, her abandonment certificate, the translation of our adoption certificate, and her Chinese passport with the all-important IR3 visa.  We do, however, have the Chinese version of her adoption certificate, in all its red-leather-clad and red-chop-stamped glory.  The missing documents pose some problems when it comes to, say, driving across the border into Canada, and then across the border into Alaska.  We don’t need a passport (I think; it’s difficult to really tell), but we do need proof of application for a passport.

There’s this absolutely gorgeous house in our future area of AK that we’d love to buy, but we have no idea just how much money we’re going to have, because we haven’t heard who our relocation company is, or who the “approved” appraisers are, so we can’t get our two appraisals so we know the absolute price we’re going to get out of the reloco.  (Not to mention that there were horrendous floods in that area last year, and this gorgeous house is real close to the banks of one of the rivers that flooded, so I’m wondering about flood plains and stuff like that…)

I am a wreck.  I am likely to become even more of a wreck as the days go on.  You all are my whiny outlet.  If you don’t want to hear rants, whines, screeches, and vicariously watch me (read me?) pulling my hair out by the roots, I advise you to stay clear of OmegaMom’s blog for, oh, four more weeks.

Did I mention we’re clearing out of here on July 21?  Which just happens to be all of three-and-a-half weeks from now?!

ACK!

EEK!

For fuck’s sake!