Things are not going especially well right now.
Let me put that in perspective. We arrived safely at our destination after five and a half days of driving cross-country. We have a (temporary) roof over our heads. The two pets are still alive and my dog is even sitting at my feet as I type.
Obviously, things could be worse.
However.
The idjits in the relo dept of hubby’s work gave us temp housing that is not only NOT in the right school district, but is also a two hour bus ride from his office. (about a 45-60 minute drive, but not many buses get out this way). This means two things:
1. I can’t enroll Zeeb in school. I mean, I could, but we have no intention of staying in this area and how mean would it be to make him change schools TWICE in one year? I am going to be homeschooling A and R, but I was not intending to school Zeeb. Let’s just say that the two of us do not work well together.
2. Hubby is renting a car, because we need a car at “home” and he needs a way to get to work in under 2 hours every day.
There’s two solutions to our current problem. 1. Rent a house in the right area. or 2. Buy a house in the right area.
Unfortunately, it appears it is not currently possible to rent (nothing on C’s list) and it’s definitely not possible to buy, being as how our house has not sold.
Which brings me to the real reason I want to curl up in a ball and hide from the world for a while.
Our realtor has sold us up the river. And I totally should have seen it coming and we definitely should not have been wooed by her poetic postcards.
See, after she (and another, unrelated realtor) told us that we could get X amount for our house when she was trying to get our business, then when it came time to list she said, I think you should ask Y amount (which was lower than X amount) and now that she’s brought in her very own buyer for our house, she thinks we can only get Z amount. And Z amount? Let me tell you about Z amount. Here, I’ll use an equation.
Z = Y – A Truckload of $$ – the washer and dryer – the playground – $15000 in closing costs = LESS than we paid for the house, four years ago when the market was at it’s lowest and BEFORE we paid 20K to redo the kitchen and 6K to paint the exterior of the house.
Z is such a ridiculous pathetic amount that were I in a better mood and not talking about my freaking HOUSE I would be laughing my @ss off.
And when I told her as much on the phone yesterday she said, “Well, houses in your range are just not selling. I think it’s the best you can do.”
REALLY? REALLY???? Funny, because what I know is that in our town house prices are UP and it is by definition a SELLERS MARKET. And if that is what she thought, why on EARTH did she tell us something wildly different when she was trolling for our business???
OMGosh I think I hate the woman right now. God forgive me.
Yes, I am insulted and mad about this offer. But I’m more mad at the realization that our realtor is entirely working for the buyer and has every intention of screwing us. And, furthermore, has NO intention of representing our needs from here on out.
I want to fire her. Like yesterday. But I don’t think we can, because Hubby says the contract we signed says she represents us until June 30th. Is that true? Is there no way out? Because I seriously have zero trust or respect for her and don’t know how on earth we can continue like this.
I feel trapped, frustrated, betrayed and so freaking tired. There is no space, no food, no grass to walk my dog and I am rapidly going nuts. Oh and did I mention that Hubby picked up a full-fledged freaking Man Cold and keeps reporting to me every twenty minutes what his stinking temperature is?
I knew this transtion was going to be stressful and difficult. I knew that. I just didn’t anticipate it being this stressful and difficult.









