Twas Brillig

Brian specifically asked me to use this as a title for a blog post when I said this to him tonight.

See, we put down an offer on a house.  A house I have never seen in person, though I’ve seen a few pictures on the internet and I’ve read a thorough-enough description of it.  Brian has seen it, but he saw ten thousand other houses that day and so it’s all kinda muddled together in his brain.  He THINKS he remembers liking it a lot.  hahaha.  This is insanity.  The house is bank-owned, and therefore being sold for a pretty good price, considering its size and the neighborhood.  But it also means that we’re dealing with a bank, and they don’t have to follow rules, necessarily, or… um… call you back when they say they’ll call you back.

Brian leaves in a week for Denver.  Permanently.  The kids and I will go out and join him as soon as we’ve closed on a house and have a place to move into.  If we buy the house we’re waiting to hear back on, then we will be able to move quite soon.  If not, we’ll have to start from scratch and it could be well over a month that I live here as a single parent.  With four children.  Four crazy, rambunctious, hyper, stinky children (who I love with all my soul, of course).  Goodness, it could be several months if things don’t go super well in the house-hunt.  My brain will explode if I think about that for too long, so I think I need to get back to my story now.

So, we made an offer on a house.  Then there was a counter offer, sorta.  So then we countered back with our absolute final offer.  We were told that we’d hear back on Monday.

So, every moment today, I’ve been trying NOT to think about the house.  I’ve been trying to distract myself, think about other things, and just stay busy so that I didn’t go CRAZY waiting for that phone call.

And yet, no phone call came, and yes, I DID go crazy.

Then, Brian and I took the kids up to the canyon this afternoon/evening for Family Home Evening and Brian accidentally left his cell phone at home.  Yes, friends.  He left his cell phone at home when we were expecting one of the biggest phone calls of the year.  Now I, of course, have my own cell phone, but Al the Realtor doesn’t call my cell phone, he calls Brian’s.
When we got home tonight, the first item of business was to put the kiddos in bed.  The two that I tucked in went down much faster than the two that Brian tucked in, which meant that he was stuck downstairs while I was free upstairs… with his phone.  A good person would have probably waited for her husband, but fortunately for us, I am NOT a good person.  No, I grabbed his phone and checked the “missed calls” and his voicemail, eager to hear those luxurious words from Al:  “They’ve accepted the offer and the house is yours.”  Except… I didn’t hear those luxurious words, because Al didn’t call, because the bank never got back to him even though he tried to call them today.  Even though they promised to let us know today.

Stupid bank.  Just accept the offer already and give us the house.  Or just reject it already so I can get on with my life.  Either way, just TELL US!

Anyway, the title of my post was said when Brian decided to be clever with me.  After I’d put his phone back where he’d left it and he came upstairs after finally getting Scooby and Bubba to go to bed, he went to his phone and said, “wow, honey!  There are four missed calls from Al!”

“Dork,” replied I.  “There are no calls from Al.  I know.  I already checked.”

After what felt like an hour of watching his over-dramatic attempt at pretending to be shocked, I’d rolled my eyes so far back into my head that I could no longer see anything.  *Gasp* he went on.  “I can’t believe you’d invade my privacy like that.  It’s MY phone.”

And then I snapped.  “I know it’s your phone, but this is my LIFE!”

We both stared at each other, trying to keep our faces straight, until we finally busted up laughing.

“This is my LIFE,” he said in a high-pitched voice, mocking me.

“Dork,” was the eloquence I shot back.

And so you see, Gentle Readers, we truly have gone crazy waiting for this news.

I will now retire to the corner, where I will rock back and forth and twitch, and occasionally yell out things like “butler” and “that’s a fine animal, Mr. Smith” and quite possibly all the lyrics to “We Didn’t Start the Fire.”

Yeah… hopefully that phone call will come early tomorrow…