Good news: I’m not institutionalized! I’m feeling much better. 🙂
Yesterday, after I told my broker I was done and wanted to back out of this deal, a lot happened. She was open to me doing that, given all the trouble I’ve had, and gave me numbers regarding how much money I’d be losing. She also ran the numbers for if I stopped with the renovation loan business and just went for a regular mortgage, and oddly enough…it still made more financial sense to just keep on trying for this renovation loan. I wouldn’t be able to apply for a loan to do the renovations–or a refinance– until I had made 5 mortgage payments. By then, the rates are definitely going to be higher than they are now. And there was no guarantee I would be approved; whereas right now, we have done all the work so I am approved. Might as well get it all now while the interest rates are low and the approvals are in.
And, best yet…she found another contractor. This is actually a company that specializes in these types of loans, and they know the ins and outs of dealing with the FHA and the FHA appraisers like Kathy…and as part of their job, they will hash out all the fine print and get the paperwork done so I don’t have to. I mean, I’ll still be reading all that fine print and paperwork so I know exactly what’s going on, but I don’t need to chase anyone down or try to be a go-between when it comes to two tempermental, egotistical people who don’t want to work together (as was the case with the previous contractor and this Kathy shrew). “You’ve been working too hard on this, and now they’re going to take it over and make this come together a whole lot smoother,” my broker told me. I felt good that she acknowledged how hard I’ve been working, and that now it was going to ease up. Whew.
We do have to push out the close of escrow by a few days, though. This sucks because yes, I will have to pay fees for each day we are over. But with any luck and my insistence, we will close no more than 4 days late. Already, the new contracting company has been out to the house to measure and understand the scope of the work, and I have been answering questions with my project manager (a woman!) and feeling like it’s coming together thousands of times faster and easier than it has up until now. She’s compiling the list with the pricing, and then later on (hopefully today) I will go to the showroom just down the road and pick out the cabinets, carpet, and possibly paint colors if we can fit painting into my budget. Sweet!
Because that’s the other thing: the budget has changed. The appraisal said I would get the most value by redoing the kitchen and bathrooms (new vanities and toilets, in addition to cosmetic stuff like painting and lighting). So that’s where the bulk of the money will be focused. In return, I’m planning to do most of the interior painting myself. I’m hoping to get the federal tax credit and if I do, some of that money can probably go to building that covered porch and painting the exterior, along with getting other little things done here and there that don’t need to happen right now.
Overall, I just feel a lot better. I think I hit a low yesterday morning, when I was having so much trouble with that Kathy person and the contractor. Each was calling the other one names. “That Kathy is a massive BITCH,” said the contractor. Kathy said, “Your contractor is, well, a delusional ASS if he thinks he can present a bid like this.” See what I mean? Totally idiotic, unprofessional behavior. I’m still thinking of reporting or complaining about Kathy to someone, because she really is negative and kind of a bully-personality, which doesn’t always work when you are dealing with people like me who are just conscientious homebuyers trying to play by the rules. I don’t need to be pushed around; I just need direction. Big difference. I’ll see how this progresses with the new company, though. Apparently they have worked with her before. So they know about her ego, I assume. Good. Let them deal with it, not me.
In other news, Olive had the spay surgery on Friday and it went well. We found out she had pyometra, which is an infection of the uterus that can be very serious. (If you’re on Facebook, you know this already.) She was doing OK, but it took her a couple days to want to eat again. Yesterday morning, she vomited a foamy substance with bright red blood throughout. It only happened once, though, and so I am not panicking about it. I’m ashamed to admit that I just sort of looked at her after cleaning it up and thought, “I can’t take her to the vet right now, I just can’t. There is no money. I’ll just have to watch her and if it gets worse, I’ll do something…but for now, I can’t.” She was sluggish most of the day, but she did improve enough to go on a slow walk around the block with Hurley and I before bed.
The bigger issue is that she will not stop urinating on the carpet in the living room. It started when she was in heat, and then increased when she was sick a couple weeks ago. I would clean it up, spray down the No-Go spray so she wouldn’t use the same spot like that again, and repeat as necessary. But when I got her home from the spay on Friday, the first thing she did was go to the living room and squat in front of the TV and take a pee. I grabbed her and got her outside as fast as I dared (she was still groggy and sore of course) and cleaned it all up. I didn’t yell at her because of the surgery factor. I figured it was bound to happen. She was probably holding that pee all day after the surgery.
But it kept happening. All weekend long, several times a day. All around the same area in the living room. I have been taking her outside every couple of hours, and on Saturday it was almost every hour…doing the housebreaking thing with praising her for going outside, all of that. Clearly she needs a brushing-up. Because she’s just unbelievable with this. She even went right in front of me as I was watching something the other night. I got to scold her since I caught her in the act, and dragged her outside and wouldn’t let her in until she “finished” peeing.
I’ve had the Bissel Stain Lifter plugged in out in the living room on a continuous basis, because every time I clean it out and put it away, she’d do it again. And again. Now I’m just ready to go. My living room stinks even though I am using this thing, baking soda and also the No-Go (which normally neutralizes the smell). But I know the damage has gone down to the pad under the carpet, and there isn’t much I can do about it, that I know of. I’m probably going to get a professional to come out and do a really extensive deep clean. Maybe that will help? At least, it would make my house feel a little cleaner and normal again. I hate this so much. It’s gross and embarassing if anyone comes by. Ugh.
She’s confined to the kitchen tile again, behind the baby gate. Hurley’s in there with her so it’s not like she is being singled out and punished; I fear she would retaliate for that. My Mom thinks she could be rebelling against having Simon there in the house. Possibly. She is a bit jealous and is used to nudging the other animals out of the way so she can grab my attention. I’m trying not to encourage that, and instead I’m trying to spend dedicated time with her, when I choose. It would work with almost any other dog, probably, except her right now. She’s relentless with this peeing thing.
Any thoughts as to if this could be a side effect from the spay surgery/heat/ being sick? I know dogs can become incontinent sometimes after being spayed, but she isn’t going where she sleeps or anything like that. This is deliberate peeing.
Moving on to Simon…still doing great, still growing like a monster. I can’t believe how much bigger he is already! He’s so weird and I love it. He has a thing for my IKEA trash cans; the two I have in my bedroom and the office. It’s just a simple open can and I only throw paper items and other little trash-things in there (like clothing tags, etc). Simon likes to knock it over and pull the papers out. Then he will sit inside the can once it’s done rolling around. He’s fallen asleep in there before. I bought him a little cat house just for him, tried to entice him in with toys, treats and catnip…but he prefers a trash can, lying on its side. I don’t get it, I know I never will, but I think I will give him one of the two. It’s not like I used the bedroom one very much anyway.
He’s discovered the tub. He hops in there and runs around like a maniac, chasing his tail and the little scratches and dings in the enamel. Good luck “catching” those, Simon. Knock yerself out. This morning I turned the water on on him and enjoyed seeing him bolt out of there with bugged-out eyes as I chortled like a villain. Maybe that will cure him of this habit if I do it a few more times. Heh.
He and Hurley are still best of friends. They’re amazing. The other day, they were both lying on my bed, half-heartedly biting at one another’s face as they began to drift off to sleep…finally ending up with their paws intertwined a little and their noses inches apart as they slept. But when I moved slightly to get up and try to find a camera, they woke up and when I left the room, they jumped down and followed. I hate when that happens.
So, S rescheduled his trip. He’ll be out here a week from tomorrow night. I’m glad he’s feeling better now, although we’re not going to doing the hard hiking anymore. We’ll take it easy. I’m excited to have him visit. We’re still chatting a few times a week and talk about once a week. Anyway, I finally got my vacation days approved by my boss. I was worried there for a couple days, since she sent out an email saying there were too many vacation requests and that some are still “pending” her approval. Mine was one of the pending ones. But really, it’s not so bad. We’re not all going to be gone the same days or anything. It’s just summer, and people are using up their hours before they lose them at the end of August. It happens every year. I don’t like it when bosses act all put-out when you want to take your earned vacation time. What’s up with that? As long as you’re a hard worker, get everything done and don’t take vacation days all the time, I don’t see what the problem is. But this isn’t the first boss I’ve had who acted like this, so…whatever. It’s actually more the boss’s problem than it is mine. I know everything will be fine. She’s the one choosing to panic. Anyway, she approved the days off and all is well. Ahhhh.
So it’s probably true that you have to reach a low before you can come back up. I reached the low yesterday and I’m so glad it’s over now. Time to build myself back up to normal levels of stress.
And get some work done! This is a long enough blog post… I need to finish some real stuff.