As you all know, our house is on the market. We listed it on Monday, April 11 and had at least one showing every day the week after. Our open house was on Sunday, April 17. At the end of the open house, a woman came in after having seen it on the internet, and made a respectable cash offer, verbally, as well as another lowball offer. At first we were cautious, because it seemed all too simple! The next week, the house was still officially on the market, but we were negotiating with this woman and doing the requisite disclosures and she looked at it again and drove around in the neighborhood interviewing people who live here. This process went on all week, and we weren't sure if she was going to officially commit or not and got another lowball offer which wasn't going to come up. Friday night, she called our realtor and said she was ready to sign the contract. On Saturday, they signed the contract and we came over and signed it and, voila, we were in escrow with less than thirty days to move! On Sunday, we prepared to make an offer on a house that I really loved, planning to submit it Monday morning. Around lunch on Monday, our realtor gave me the bad news that our buyer had gotten cold feet and was backing out. As luck would have it, we got another offer, which was low but at least within negotiating distance. We countered, and now we're waiting to see what they want to do. Arghhhhh! This process is so frustrating. We're still keeping the house ready to show at a moment's notice, and yesterday we had two showings.
Ramy is in trial this week and next. He's actually officially the new supervisor for the Pomona misdemeanor division and started on Monday, but because his trial was going on, that's kind of postponed for a week or so. So he's doing his last murder trial for awhile. Ordinarily, Ramy is very focused on his trials and thinks of almost nothing else while he has a trial going on, but all the house chaos has been a bit distracting.
Work has been incredibly stressful and frustrating these last two weeks. After a couple of crises, the fact that we need more help in neuropsychology has finally been noted. Unfortunately, instead of giving us the help that we asked for, we're getting help in a way that isn't helpful but actually makes things harder. And we now have more meetings and paperwork to do. We counted up and realized that we spend 12 hours a week in meetings. Of course those do not count toward productivity. The good thing is that we have a really good team, and I'm confident that things will get better soon.
We've been so very blessed to have Grammy with us for much of the last two weeks! She and Rebecca had a delightful time doing craft projects and cooking projects and all kinds of fun things. Grammy was an enormous help in all the craziness that has ensued around here. She went back to Tennessee yesterday, and we sure miss her! Rebecca was very sad at Grammy's leaving, telling Grammy, "It just bwakes my heart!". She knew it was coming but didn't want to talk about it. On Monday night, every time we'd try to tell her something, she'd say, "Just don't tell me that Grammy's leaving. I don't want to talk about it." After I'd come back from taking Grammy to the airport at dawn yesterday, Rebecca was sad when she woke up (she knew Grammy would be leaving while she was asleep) and we had a few tears. Rebecca said, "I wish it wasn't a school day. I wish it was a Grammy day, for days and days!" However, she adjusts to these comings and goings quite well and was a happy camper going to school and then was sad that she wasn't going to school today (it is dance class day).
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