glitches

So we closed on our house. yeah. i think. well, it's been a very draining day preceded by a weary, weird night. i could not sleep last night at all. it was 3 and i decided to try the couch. i felt really sick to my stomach as well. not sure why. fell asleep w/o much ado and at 3:30 kassidy woke up and wanted a drink (and to throw a fit). i got her back to bed in a couple of minutes, but realized i had a migraine, actually i realized this when i woke up. so off to the bathroom, with the lights off to find the excedrin migraine. i get back to the couch and back to slumber i go. short lived. doodle's awake again in 45min. i go in, give her a drink w/o picking her up and make her terribly mad at me. she cries. i tell her i love her and encourage her to sleep and walk out. (i know she's fine, she just wants her own way and i simply can't.) i let her scream and cry herself back to sleep, i'm not really sure how long, but like 10min. before waking up i'm struggling in my sleep to not vomit. then michael's alarm goes off, and off, and off. i'm not sure he heard it, so i bring myself to get up and go make sure he's up and remember's he needs to go to IGA for me before going to work. (had an apple pie ready to make for our realtor and realized i packed my pie plate already!) i could barely walk for some reason and am not sure i can talk w/o puking. i did though and michael seems no less aware of my worries. i hurry, well slowly, to the bathroom to pee and wait. i get a cold washcloth and head back to bed/couch. i doze while michael goes about getting ready (i'm a very light sleeper) and count down the time i have left to sleep before kassidy gets up and PRAY that i feel better then. i fall back to sleep and low and behold, praise jesus, i feel better when kassidy wakes up and even when she goes back to sleep after drinking some milk, i stay up! my day starts. . . . .

so i'm in contact w/our realtor all day discussing the closing. i mention that she hasn't called to transfer services and was wondering what to do since we're moving sunday. he tells me what to do, i do it and call back. we chat a couple of other times throughout the day until about 3:30. then he calls (oh, this is after tackling pictures at walmart w/doodle and nana. she's scared of the table, who knew?) and tells me that there was a situation. i knew it! no really, it all worked out, it just was a little disheartening. when we accepted their counter offer, they had put the closing date as Sept. 15. we did not sign off on it and did not know about it. (i saw the date, but thought it meant we'd close before that day.) she can't move out yet. we're closing, thinking we're getting posession at closing. steve stressed it and asked about it to the realtor, his secretary, and a co-realtor and no one said any different. steve said, "abby, when he said that, i about vomitted." he's such a good guy and we have such a connection. he truly hated it that much. so we could forget the whole thing - yeah right! or we can be flexible. she called around, just as much surprised that we were planning on moving in as we were that she was still there, and found a storage unit for her things (she has a place to live) however, she can't get it until sunday morning the 4th. okay. we're giving people, she can live in our house for now. at closing, the realtor backtracks a little, knowing "his bad" and says he's going to call and see what he can do. his name is harold wimsett. he is the realtor/builder in nelson county and has way too much money. so, whenever she can get out she will, but no later than the 4th. i think ol' harold will have some pull. but, anyways, we couldn't go visit our house tonight like i thought we would. we aren't moving sunday, but we own our house. all the t's are crossed and the i's dotted. i was actually expecting more paper work. michael didn't expect near that much. my life is signed away. at least it feels like it. from now on, anyone who's buying a house, i'm praying for you. steve was encouraging, he was reminding me of the $25.76 that i needed to bring. he was blown away. the way our grant money worked out, that's all we had to bring. he said he's never had anyone that had to pay so little. he said god was working it for us. apparently he is. we even had extra grant money to pay for title insurance. everyone offered their help w/what they could. it was, overall, a nice experience and one i'm glad i don't have to stress about for awhile.

love you guys. hope all that made sense and was readable. hope the grammar and such isn't too much of a bother.