We continued to look for a house to buy and everything was not in our favor. Prices kept going up and houses kept getting crappier. We started looking at a little higher price and liked some better, but then felt financial stress. We put offers on a few houses and got outbid. We found one that I absolutely love (I still struggle to think about it and not feel disappointment). We all fell in love with it immediately. The owners were even there and we chatted with them and talked to them about the neighborhood and ward. I thought for sure that would help us, but horribly they had received another offer the same night and took that one. I was DEVASTATED and just wanted to give up. It was draining to keep getting my hopes up just to be dashed over and over. I quickly spiraled down and resented house hunting. Keith wanted to keep going and I wanted to give up.
Everything just felt like a slap in the face everywhere I turned. Keith was put in charge of his first project and was working long days and even a few nights every week. He was always gone at work! I had no friends and NO ONE in the ward we were at would talk to us or even pretend we existed. I was SO so SO very lonely I didn't know what to do. I just became very depressed.
The end of May a house that we had looked at at the beginning of our hunt (back in January) was back on the market and 20 thousand less then before. We had looked at it, but Keith didn't like the price with how much work the house needed. We were nervous about the South end of the neighborhood and so we hadn't thought about it as an option. Our realtor called us and told us it had been under contract and fallen through because the roof needed repair. She said the owners were putting on a new roof and that interested Keith. There was another house half a mile away from that one. So we decided to go see them both (well, Keith decided to and I dragging my feet went along). The one half a mile away was very nice and modern. It had a nice backyard with a pool and a ok sized yard. I felt like all the spaces with there, but all very small. It would be a little crammed and there was no big room that we could entertain or play in (kids like to have dance parties). The house we'd seen was still intriguing. We were still nervous about the neighborhood, but Keith was suddenly very interested in this one. We went home and Keith was pushing to put an offer on both houses and see what happened. I didn't really want anything to do with it and let him go ahead and put offers on both. Both were accept the next day and we had to decide what to do. I didn't think anything would happen and was frustrated that now I was being forced to make a decision when I didn't know if I actually like either house. I liked the yard of the pool house better, but the house just felt too confining. The other house was quite a bit bigger with way more space and storage, but it needed a lot of fix up. The pool house was the VERY top of our budget and that made me feel stressed. The other house was only 15 thousand more than we sold our house for. It was the cheapest house we'd looked at and provided the most amount of space. We decided to go with the financially "safer" house. I felt like everything was just happening and i didn't even know if I liked it (honestly, I think I was just too depressed to be happy about anything). Suddenly we were under contract and setting up inspections, asbestos testing, carpet sampling, roof sampling, etc... It just got super real and overwhelming quick. We had 10 days to decide and I wasn't even sure I wanted to be under contract. The inspection went well. No "BIG" issues that we didn't already know about. The roof needed repair and the owner was going to put in $5,000 and just fix it himself. We worked out a deal with them to have a company come in and put on a brand new roof and they put in that money they were going to use and we paid the rest. Kind of a bummer to, but at least is would be brand new, warranted and done by professionals. The next issue was the carpet in the basement. It was red awful industrial carpet. The owners were putting $2,000 towards new carpet so we had three different companies come and give quotes on putting in new carpet. We would again end up cover some of the cost. Even with those two things we would have enough in our budget to get new appliances and even repaint the inside of the house. The house was built in 1976 so we opted to do the asbestos and lead testing. The lead came back negative, but the popcorn ceiling came back positive with asbestos. We decided that was something we'd like to just eliminate and make it not an issue for future selling of the house. We had someone come in and give us a quote and it was WAY too much...over $5,000. I was again devastated and angry about this house. My brother Kevin suggested calling other companies and even checking with craigslist. We had two other people give us quotes and found someone to do it for less half the original quote. The meant we would no longer be able to get new appliances. Our ten days came to an end and we decided to go for it. I was still struggling, but played along. The owners couldn't move out until July 15th so we couldn't close until the 17th. That gave me nearly two months to have buyers remorse and not sleep constantly trying to plan where to put things. That close date put me four weeks from my due date. The carpet and roof and popcorn people needed two weeks to finish up so that put me two weeks from my due date. It was a lot of stress thinking about that, but it did alleviate the constant stress of LOOKING for a house. I had to make myself delete the house hunting apps and stop looking online at houses so I didn't go crazy thinking we'd made a mistake. After papers were started we just waited, and waited and waited. We kept busy with swimming at moms, creating a reading program with the kids and just keeping busy with normal life. Summer didn't seem too bad and the kids did fairly well. We loved swimming every evening at 4 and just hung out together in the evening. We didn't really connect with anyone in the ward and the girls couldn't seem to connect with kids either. It was kind of nice to just be us and not have play dates or anything; we just played with each other.
Peter thinks he is hilarious when he finds my bra and "puts it on"
This stud muffin is getting so big and more and more grown up. It makes me so sad we are leaving the baby stage with him. He still likes me to hug and kiss him and hold his hand.
Rue hates having her hair brushed so we found someone in the ward that does hair and she came and cut it. I LOVE it, Rue was a little sad at first but is coming around. It matches her spunky personality.
Mother's Day. Sadly couldn't even see my kids sing because they got stuck in the back of the group behind a bunch of big kids. Sad day.
For my birthday we spent the day together at the Children's museum. I love going there and watching the kids play and learn together. They LOVE playing there.
We had a week with a few too many 120 degrees weather. So, we experimented with baking cookies in the car. it totally worked and was yummy. It took about 2 hours in the hottest part of the day.
We were able to attend the Tucson Temple open house with our dear friends Mike and Melissa. They even let us stay the night at their house the night before. It was fun to share with them.
July came and as we got closer we packed things up at moms and dad's house. We closed on the house on Monday July 17th and the very next morning the asbestos guys showed up and sealed off the house as they removed the popcorn. We couldn't go in the house until Wednesday afternoon. We got there and there was still some plastic hanging up, doors from all the rooms piled in a corner, all the vents stashed in a pile on some shelves in the hallway, and all the fans in bags piled in one room. It was a mess! They had pulled the plastic off of the walls and floor, but in doing so they ripped huge chunks of paint off the walls and the floor had a white sticky residue. It truly looked worse than when we started. It was so discouraging. I headed downstairs to start painting the basement and Keith called the company to complain. They sent guys back to "finish". They showed up and scrubbed the rest of the sticky stuff off the floor and took down the plastic left up (they had even left two blowers here still plugged in and running). After that they tried to leave. Keith was quite upset that they weren't putting back the doors or the vents. In the contract it said we would need to put back up lights and fans, but it said nothing about having to figure out where the vents came from or what door hung where. Keith called again and complained and it was a mess. In the end they gave us back $200 which we then put towards just hiring a guy to com
The day we closed (July 17th) was actually the one year anniversary of delivering Penelope. I wanted to be happy and enjoy closing on the house, but I just couldn't stop crying. Our realtor probably thinks I'm INSANE and I have spent SO much of this process crying. But, this was an especially hard day to be happy on. We made cupcakes and Keith so sweetly bought me flowers and a balloon. We made a card together for Penny and each wrote her a note. It hard to believe it was a year ago. Reliving it all day was still so fresh and painful. A day I can never forget..
The house we are buying in Mesa