So, after Zumba and rehab, I drove to Heights. My dad was already there with Eis. He took my car and I took the big Lexus. We packed up the truck and disassembled things in the garage, but couldn't go to the storage place because it was alternating between mist and rain.
We met a realtor at 1500 and talked to her about the house. She said she could sell it, but we would end up bringing a check for $15k to closing, which is hard to do. She suggested putting a small picket fence in the backyard to separate the hill from the flat and make it more family-friendly. With the yard as is, the only person who'd buy it is a bachelor. We mentioned that's who bought it in the first place.
To rent, we would need to do it for 4-5 years before trying to sell again. However, I've already called USAA and told them it'll be rental property and changed the insurance. I will try to call them again tomorrow and tell them it's not being rented. Then I'll try to refinance. The rental insurance is almost double what we were paying before -- yikes!
My dad looked over the property management contract and said it went through Dec 31, 2013 and I said I think she wrote it wrong. Then he got all fussy because it's been signed and because I said I couldn't do anything about that right now. It's 2230 and they're not open, so there's no point in freaking out because that's just a lot of time I won't sleep if I am stressed about it until I can do something about it. I think he's upset because when we got to the place, he said he would stay in the car until the baby woke up, so I was in there all alone. So not only did he leave me on my own, but he didn't catch it when he finally did come inside.
It's shit that I have to do all this bs with the house right now. I'm almost as dumb as I was when I was pregnant. I can't focus. I can't remember anything. I can barely speak properly. It's just not a good combination. Oh, you're an idiot, here, do this really important stuff and don't screw up! Jeesh.
Needless to say, I'm stressed and my back is killing me, I am exhausted, and I feel nauseous.
I forgot to say that I made pot roast yesterday and it was delicious. I will get a better cut of meat next time, but the flavour was phenomenal. I had some for breakfast today because it was so good.
There is no picture of the day because my phone is over by the changing table and I can't be bothered to get up, lest it is to go to sleep... which is what I'm going to do now.
I have rehab again tomorrow at the same time. Eleven fifteen in the morning. I told Ty yesterday (it was 1145 at the moment), "I have rehab tomorrow at this time for an hour." Then I said, "So I'll be done by 2200 your time." He must not have a clock, otherwise he would have said, "Uhhh, it's 2215 now." Again, I'm an idiot. So, he messaged me at 2200 today, when I was just starting physical therapy. I think I should just stop giving him things in his time because I cannot think.
Rehab. Tomorrow. Eleven fifteen in the morning start time.
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