I cannot overstate the extent to which I do not want to keep working for the next hour and a half.
That is all.
No, wait, there's more. Either my allergies or the meds for them are making my eyes all dry and irritated, and every time I think "Ow, my eyes are dry" I get earwormed with What I Did For Love.
My plan for this afternoon was cleaning my apartment. I took a nap instead.
My Age Of Laundry was somewhere between 10 & 12; I don't remember exactly. I do remember feeling vastly superior to all the guys (and they were all guys) who showed up at college with no idea how to push a button on a machine.
The idea of doing just my laundry and not the household's as a whole seems very odd to me. That said, we kids took turns doing the household's laundry, though I don't remember at what age that started. I do know that folding clean laundry started younger than the rest of the process.
I do remember feeling vastly superior to all the guys (and they were all guys) who showed up at college with no idea how to push a button on a machine.
Right? The same guys who ended up with pink socks and t-shirts about 3-4 weeks in to freshman year (i.e., when they finally did their first load of laundry).
I cannot overstate the extent to which I do not want to keep working for the next hour and a half.
I basically had meetings from 9 to 2:30 and then just stopped working. I'll need to do some over the weekend, but it was WORTH IT. (...she says now.)
I didn't do laundry at all while I was growing up. (OK, a few times I did my own, so I did know how to do it when I got to college.) OTOH I started doing barn chores every night at age 7.
Timelies all!
Don't remember when I learned to do laundry, only that I knew how when I got to college.
it seems like the only options are to get another appraisal (which we'd have to pay for, and which would surely delay the closing, which is in a week), to walk away from the sale, or to eat the difference.
Can you be like, nope, and see if they walk away from it?
ETA: or maybe actually back down, suck it up, and pay the goddamn price of the house they agreed to?
I remember being a buyer in a sellers market and getting smacked down all over the damn place.
It sounds like we're getting screwed because someone else in our complex sold at a desperately low price, and that's what they're weighting in the comps.
Husband is leaning towards a second appraisal, I think, but we haven't been able to talk to the realtor yet. And I need to leave in like 20 minutes for my concert.