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A Home Isn't Built In A Day

Waiting is the hardest thing in the world for an impatient person like me. I struggle to keep from bouncing around when I have to wait for something.

The hubby and I were discussing it one day and we agreed that I think things through till I've become obsessed and then when I've made up my mind, I want it done that exact moment!

It's my nature to just go for it the moment my mind is made up. Mind you, this doesn't always work in my favor. I am aware of that.

Here's what I am so excited and anxious about... the hubs and I have been approved by the bank for a loan to build the house. Yes. I. Just. Said. Approved!! Insert me jumping up and down in excitement while fighting back the urge to vomit due to nerves.

So, now that we are approved, it's in our hands whether we decide to go for it. You may think, we'll you're approved, what are you waiting for?

Wellll.... We first kind of wanted to see how the whole fiscal cliff thing was going to work out and second even though we are approved, there is so much money involved that its scary to sign on the dotted line and last but certainly not least is a little decision called, picking a contractor.

Right now the big thing I am waiting on is the estimate to come in from two separate contractors that I am working with. They each have a basic floor plan that I picked out and they are suppose to be doing the tweaking to make those plans fit in my budget.

The hardest part is waiting for them to call or email me back. I know they are busy and I know they are doing this free estimate for me, but I am finding it hard not to pick up the phone and see how much longer.

My one contractor had hoped to have the plans to me by Christmas, but I know how the holidays get crazy so I'm still waiting. I am also not calling. I don't want to be that pushy, overbearing, crazy woman. But I also don't want to be a push over either.

I'm not sure where that fine balance is.

So I am waiting and I am sharing it with you because I am pretty sure my husband doesn't want to hear about it anymore and neither does the rest of my family.

In the meantime I am filling my time by using my favorite home interior design app for my iPad. What do you do to fill the time when you are waiting for something and are getting impatient?

Thanks for stopping by and listening. I hope you're having a lovely day!

Ps. I would love to curl up here and read a book.

 

 

 

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