Before I go into today, I want to go back to yesterday. Before I even fell asleep last night, I was ready to admit what I was not willing to admit at the time of my blog posting. That is--I am fully aware that I had more culpability for the disaster of last night than I gave myself credit for initially. I should not have pouted when he came home without the pudding. I should have gracefully accepted the change of plans and either made new plans to get the treat today or found a different treat from the house (like a Reese's egg, which I enjoyed today for a lovely snack. I do love Easter candy). My poor behavior set up the rest of the night, and sadly the effects lasted well into today also.
The ice had not completely melted between us for most of the morning, leading to yet another confrontation when the trash truck drove past our house midmorning making my intermittent suggestions that Barney should go ahead and put the trash out now useless as we had missed the pick up. I ran through the house like a crazy person trying to empty the trashes fast enough to get them out there and have some hope of getting them emptied, and I may or may not have been making my unhappiness at the turn of events be clearly known as I did so.
Definitely not the best start to the day. But luckily things started to turn around, not because of any awesome thing that I did to fix it, but because we heard from our loan officer that we needed to put together about 50 different pieces of information so that she could move forward with the processing of our loan. We had to work together to get everything finished and ready for her to start working on before CoB today, and by the time we were finished, we had a 47 page fax and a much more harmonious atmosphere in the household. I know that it is weird that putting together a bunch of paperwork together made things better rather than worse, but for whatever reason, it's also true.
While Barney completed the paperwork, I went and got the kids. We took a break from all of the packing and household preparations for a few hours to spend time with them and to eat dinner. I cooked, using meat from our freezer to try to clean out as much as possible before the movers get here in two weeks, and we actually watched about 45 minutes of a recent SNL while we ate and before we resumed packing. Barney suggested the break, and it felt like an apology for refusing to take the break last night.
Then, it was back to packing. I packed up quite a bit more of the kitchen, and Barney has now packed almost all of my books--about 750 in total. It was very productive, and it feels good at the end of the day to have that feeling of accomplishment.
Tomorrow will be another day like today--filled with packing and working on stuff for the move once the work for the day is done. I plan to start sending inquiry letters to potential nannies tomorrow, which should be an interesting process. I also have to work on getting our utilities lined up at both places--the cancellations and the new services. I have done some of it but still have much to do. Barney will be working on the appraisal of the new house and some estimates on the lawn work that we need done. It will be a rare day apart, which is not entirely bad considering how high tensions are around here these days.
The sad thing for me is that I discovered tonight that the audiobook that I rented from the library and downloaded to my computer is missing a disc--disc 12/15. So, I am three quarters of the way through a book and missing a nice chunk of it--a very depressing concept all around. (Not that this relates to the topic at hand, but I had to share my depressing state of events anyway).
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Monday, March 14, 2011
Day 91--A Celebration Ruined
We made plans months ago to do a three part celebration--the day we closed on selling our house (revised to signed a lease), the day we put a contract on our new house, and the day we close on our new house.
Of course, with the time crunch and expenses involved in moving, our celebrations were not going to be big. But, we had some really good things to celebrate today. First, our lease is now officially signed and in place for the renters for our new house, and because they bid up on the price we were asking, it is a very good deal for us. Second, we finally have a signed and seemingly finalized deal in place on our new house, including inspection information.
The plan was that we would each get a special treat and then eat dinner and watch one TV show while taking a break from our work/packing. Barney wanted Chipotle, which of course I did not want at all, but I agreed for our celebration. I wanted banana pudding for dessert from a nearby restaurant that makes a really great batch.
While I was getting Olivia ready for bed, Barney went to go get the food, but he came back without the pudding, having totally forgotten about my treat. I was very disappointed and did not make great efforts to conceal it. I know that he wanted me to say forget it, and I should have. But, I really wanted the pudding and to have something that felt like a celebration since we have had very little but stress in our lives for what feels like all of 2011.
Barney took his food into a different room to eat so that he would not have to be around me, and then he left in a huff to get the pudding. I stayed home and got George ready for bed and rushed to finish my work so that we could celebrate when he got home.
But, when he came home, he went upstairs and started packing, and when I asked him if he was ready to come have our little celebration, he told me he was not interested. I went upstairs to talk to him, and he told me that I had ruined it, and that he would not be spending time around me for the rest of the night. He then invited me to go somewhere else in the house to cry. I took him up on that offer, but only after a good 20 minutes of begging him not to cancel the celebration. At some point, it was obvious to me that I should quit trying, but I am so disappointed that we could not take one measly hour off to have some kind of small (and admittedly trite) celebration of these major events in our life.
I know that my goal here is to find ways to be a better wife, so I feel like I should be saying that I should not have let my disappointment show about the pudding or maybe even that I should not have been disappointed, since the real point of the celebration was to spend time together commemorating the commencement of our long-held goals (or at least major milestones to reaching our endgame of moving into our new house). But, I honestly feel like I tried my very best tonight and that my sincere apologies were not listened to because Barney was not interested in reconciling with me.
However, I am determined to find better ways tomorrow to improve upon what transpired tonight. In the meantime, I should definitely go pack.
Of course, with the time crunch and expenses involved in moving, our celebrations were not going to be big. But, we had some really good things to celebrate today. First, our lease is now officially signed and in place for the renters for our new house, and because they bid up on the price we were asking, it is a very good deal for us. Second, we finally have a signed and seemingly finalized deal in place on our new house, including inspection information.
The plan was that we would each get a special treat and then eat dinner and watch one TV show while taking a break from our work/packing. Barney wanted Chipotle, which of course I did not want at all, but I agreed for our celebration. I wanted banana pudding for dessert from a nearby restaurant that makes a really great batch.
While I was getting Olivia ready for bed, Barney went to go get the food, but he came back without the pudding, having totally forgotten about my treat. I was very disappointed and did not make great efforts to conceal it. I know that he wanted me to say forget it, and I should have. But, I really wanted the pudding and to have something that felt like a celebration since we have had very little but stress in our lives for what feels like all of 2011.
Barney took his food into a different room to eat so that he would not have to be around me, and then he left in a huff to get the pudding. I stayed home and got George ready for bed and rushed to finish my work so that we could celebrate when he got home.
But, when he came home, he went upstairs and started packing, and when I asked him if he was ready to come have our little celebration, he told me he was not interested. I went upstairs to talk to him, and he told me that I had ruined it, and that he would not be spending time around me for the rest of the night. He then invited me to go somewhere else in the house to cry. I took him up on that offer, but only after a good 20 minutes of begging him not to cancel the celebration. At some point, it was obvious to me that I should quit trying, but I am so disappointed that we could not take one measly hour off to have some kind of small (and admittedly trite) celebration of these major events in our life.
I know that my goal here is to find ways to be a better wife, so I feel like I should be saying that I should not have let my disappointment show about the pudding or maybe even that I should not have been disappointed, since the real point of the celebration was to spend time together commemorating the commencement of our long-held goals (or at least major milestones to reaching our endgame of moving into our new house). But, I honestly feel like I tried my very best tonight and that my sincere apologies were not listened to because Barney was not interested in reconciling with me.
However, I am determined to find better ways tomorrow to improve upon what transpired tonight. In the meantime, I should definitely go pack.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Day 90--Unbelievable Amounts of Work
Today was a beast of a day between laundry, a TON of essays to grade, house keeping items, grocery shopping requirements, packing attempts, and working on house stuff. I am going to bed far from feeling happy about how much I left on the table at the end of the day, but there is only so much that I can do in a day.
I spent too much time today working on figuring out utlities for the new house and tracking down information that our lender will need like paystubs, etc. Of course, all of that is absolutely necessary before we move, but it feels much less tangible than some of the things that I did not get done.
All of that is to say, that while I was doing a good job early in the day of being a loving wife, by the end of the day, the backsliding was extremely obvious. I spent about half an hour outside with Barney playing various forms of catch with him, which he always loves. But, towards the end of that time, it really started to hit me how much work I still had to do, so I quickly shut down the game and headed inside to take care of the work I needed to get done. The more I started to do, the more panicked I felt at the inevitability that much would be still be undone by the time I gave in and went to bed. I quickly became cranky, irritable, and easily set off, and much of that was aimed at Barney. Even though none of my frustration was directly his fault or directly related to anything he did, he was the only moving target and thus was the recepient of the frustration.
I don't admit this lightly or feel any pride about how tonight went. Even as I was in the midst of taking out my frustration on him, I wished that I was not but could not seem to stop. These are exactly the situations that I am trying to avoid, and I clearly need to be extra vigilant with all of the pressure we are under right now and need to come up with better strategies for avoiding this type of behavior. I have to go take a bath now, and I am going to spend that time working on a plan for coming up with ways that I can deliberately show affection to Barney this week that are as unrelated to moving as possible. I think that the time has come to try to introduce some other topic back into our relationship, even if it is only in very small ways.
I spent too much time today working on figuring out utlities for the new house and tracking down information that our lender will need like paystubs, etc. Of course, all of that is absolutely necessary before we move, but it feels much less tangible than some of the things that I did not get done.
All of that is to say, that while I was doing a good job early in the day of being a loving wife, by the end of the day, the backsliding was extremely obvious. I spent about half an hour outside with Barney playing various forms of catch with him, which he always loves. But, towards the end of that time, it really started to hit me how much work I still had to do, so I quickly shut down the game and headed inside to take care of the work I needed to get done. The more I started to do, the more panicked I felt at the inevitability that much would be still be undone by the time I gave in and went to bed. I quickly became cranky, irritable, and easily set off, and much of that was aimed at Barney. Even though none of my frustration was directly his fault or directly related to anything he did, he was the only moving target and thus was the recepient of the frustration.
I don't admit this lightly or feel any pride about how tonight went. Even as I was in the midst of taking out my frustration on him, I wished that I was not but could not seem to stop. These are exactly the situations that I am trying to avoid, and I clearly need to be extra vigilant with all of the pressure we are under right now and need to come up with better strategies for avoiding this type of behavior. I have to go take a bath now, and I am going to spend that time working on a plan for coming up with ways that I can deliberately show affection to Barney this week that are as unrelated to moving as possible. I think that the time has come to try to introduce some other topic back into our relationship, even if it is only in very small ways.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Day 89--I Hate Daylight Savings
I like long summer nights, but oh how I loathe the transition that the kids go through as they adjust to time changes. It means early, early mornings for a couple of weeks. Good times all around. So, we let the kids stay up pretty late tonight in hopes that they would sleep some in the morning. We shall see.
Today was a fun day--we went to Barney's nephew's birthday party and were there from about 11:00am to 4:30pm, spending time with family. The kids especially loved it, though Olivia refused to nap. They did both crash the whole way home, which was nice.
The only unfortunate thing is that we spent half the time on the phone with our realtor off and on as we try to nail down this contract on the house and get all of the final details hammered out. Barney continues to remain very stressed about the whole thing, while I vacillate between feeling confident that all will turn out to having a deep pit in my stomach from nerves that it will fall through.
This is such a role reversal for us that it is hard for me to know what to do for Barney, so my goal has been to try to do for him what I want him to do for me when I am the one worrying--namely, to listen and take his worries seriously without adding to the panic by bringing new worries to the table or seeming overly worried myself. I never want him to make me feel like my worries are stupid, but I also want him to make me feel less nervous--it is a very fine line. That line is my aim these days.
I guess the good news is that since we are going for such a short turnaround time, the time to fret will not be that horribly long. The other silver lining in our short turnaround time is that we have so many details to attend to that we can throw ourselves into those to stop focusing on the big picture (that doesn't sound nearly as positive written out as it did in my head, just so you know).
I have been thinking though that if this all works out, I think that when we look back, we will be able to see an amazing timeline of how God worked to put us into the right place at the right time(glimpses of which I can already see), which of course is what we have tried to believe all along. But, it is so much harder to take that concept in faith as you experience it than it is to see God's intent and purpose for what happened after it has occurred and the end result is known.
Today was a fun day--we went to Barney's nephew's birthday party and were there from about 11:00am to 4:30pm, spending time with family. The kids especially loved it, though Olivia refused to nap. They did both crash the whole way home, which was nice.
The only unfortunate thing is that we spent half the time on the phone with our realtor off and on as we try to nail down this contract on the house and get all of the final details hammered out. Barney continues to remain very stressed about the whole thing, while I vacillate between feeling confident that all will turn out to having a deep pit in my stomach from nerves that it will fall through.
This is such a role reversal for us that it is hard for me to know what to do for Barney, so my goal has been to try to do for him what I want him to do for me when I am the one worrying--namely, to listen and take his worries seriously without adding to the panic by bringing new worries to the table or seeming overly worried myself. I never want him to make me feel like my worries are stupid, but I also want him to make me feel less nervous--it is a very fine line. That line is my aim these days.
I guess the good news is that since we are going for such a short turnaround time, the time to fret will not be that horribly long. The other silver lining in our short turnaround time is that we have so many details to attend to that we can throw ourselves into those to stop focusing on the big picture (that doesn't sound nearly as positive written out as it did in my head, just so you know).
I have been thinking though that if this all works out, I think that when we look back, we will be able to see an amazing timeline of how God worked to put us into the right place at the right time(glimpses of which I can already see), which of course is what we have tried to believe all along. But, it is so much harder to take that concept in faith as you experience it than it is to see God's intent and purpose for what happened after it has occurred and the end result is known.
Friday, March 11, 2011
Day 88--2011, The Year of Exhaustion
I feel like I write about sleeping, a lack of sleep, and a desire to sleep a lot. I know I think about it a lot. I cannot ever remember a season in my life when I have had such a consistent shortage of sleep, and my newborn isn't even due for another two and a half months!
The kids were up at 6:45, and since I followed my usual routine of being unable to sleep the night before until after 12:30, it was another very short night for me. Barney spent the morning picking up boxes from places that had listed them on Craigslist for free, leaving me at home to work. When he got home, he reminded me that we had the inspection today. I very much wanted to skip the inspection and let him go on his own while I grabbed a nap, but I got the impression that he wanted me to go. So, I went with him, which turned out to be good because the builder was supposed to leave us some paperwork at the house but failed to do so (big shocker, Mr. Reliable and Definitely Completely Sane did not come through yet again). Have I mentioned that even though we have a contract with him, he went ahead and upped the asking price in MLS by $20,000, changed the square footage, and has failed to update the contract status with MLS?
Barney was so discouraged--he remains constantly nervous that something is going to happen that will cause this whole thing to fall apart. And that would be bad considering that we just signed the lease on the house today.
I wanted to do something to cheer him up, but I was not feeling like a cheerleader today. Besides working this morning, I had spent a good deal of time on the phone with my insurance and doctor's office trying to get some bills sorted out, and it had not left me in the best of moods. It has become somewhat of a tradition the past few weeks to eat at Panera Bread for lunch on Fridays, so to get a better perspective on things, we went there and ate rather than just coming home and working. It seemed to work pretty well. Our spirits were somewhat better when we came home and worked until it was time to pick up the kids. We got our long walk in today, which was great because the weather was beautiful. Then, I actually fixed Barney dinner--steak fajitas to use up some of the meat I had in the freezer. We are trying not to buy any groceries other than the absolute necessities until we move, and we are trying to eat as much as we can of what we have in our freezer/fridge. So, we didn't have the trimmings, but I had the flank steak, some refried beans, shredded cheese, and onion.
Tonight, as per our new usual routine, was dedicated to packing. We have now packed up all but a drawer of necessities in the living and dining room (not counting furniture). Our eat-in kitchen is about 75% packed, and our storage cupboard under the stairs is also packed. We have packed quite a bit from the kitchen but still have lots more to go in there as well. My plan tomorrow is to tackle the office, but it is pretty bare boned already from when we moved stuff into storage last summer, so it should not take long. After that, we will move upstairs and start packing up there. If we keep this up, we should be packed without too much trouble by the time we need to be out.
Tomorrow we will take a break from working to go to Marshall's son's first birthday party. They live about an hour and a half away, so it will likely take up most if not all of the day. Thank goodness we don't have to worry about showings any more and don't have to leave the house ready for visitors on a moment's notice.
The kids were up at 6:45, and since I followed my usual routine of being unable to sleep the night before until after 12:30, it was another very short night for me. Barney spent the morning picking up boxes from places that had listed them on Craigslist for free, leaving me at home to work. When he got home, he reminded me that we had the inspection today. I very much wanted to skip the inspection and let him go on his own while I grabbed a nap, but I got the impression that he wanted me to go. So, I went with him, which turned out to be good because the builder was supposed to leave us some paperwork at the house but failed to do so (big shocker, Mr. Reliable and Definitely Completely Sane did not come through yet again). Have I mentioned that even though we have a contract with him, he went ahead and upped the asking price in MLS by $20,000, changed the square footage, and has failed to update the contract status with MLS?
Barney was so discouraged--he remains constantly nervous that something is going to happen that will cause this whole thing to fall apart. And that would be bad considering that we just signed the lease on the house today.
I wanted to do something to cheer him up, but I was not feeling like a cheerleader today. Besides working this morning, I had spent a good deal of time on the phone with my insurance and doctor's office trying to get some bills sorted out, and it had not left me in the best of moods. It has become somewhat of a tradition the past few weeks to eat at Panera Bread for lunch on Fridays, so to get a better perspective on things, we went there and ate rather than just coming home and working. It seemed to work pretty well. Our spirits were somewhat better when we came home and worked until it was time to pick up the kids. We got our long walk in today, which was great because the weather was beautiful. Then, I actually fixed Barney dinner--steak fajitas to use up some of the meat I had in the freezer. We are trying not to buy any groceries other than the absolute necessities until we move, and we are trying to eat as much as we can of what we have in our freezer/fridge. So, we didn't have the trimmings, but I had the flank steak, some refried beans, shredded cheese, and onion.
Tonight, as per our new usual routine, was dedicated to packing. We have now packed up all but a drawer of necessities in the living and dining room (not counting furniture). Our eat-in kitchen is about 75% packed, and our storage cupboard under the stairs is also packed. We have packed quite a bit from the kitchen but still have lots more to go in there as well. My plan tomorrow is to tackle the office, but it is pretty bare boned already from when we moved stuff into storage last summer, so it should not take long. After that, we will move upstairs and start packing up there. If we keep this up, we should be packed without too much trouble by the time we need to be out.
Tomorrow we will take a break from working to go to Marshall's son's first birthday party. They live about an hour and a half away, so it will likely take up most if not all of the day. Thank goodness we don't have to worry about showings any more and don't have to leave the house ready for visitors on a moment's notice.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Day 87--I'm A Cheerleader Y'all
This morning marked our fourth day in a row to have a scheduled visit to a medical professional. George had his first dentist appointment on Monday morning, Olivia went to the doctor on Tuesday to get some antibiotics for an infected sore, Barney had his yearly check up yesterday, and today I had my 28 week pregnancy visit. So, despite our very late night, we hit the ground running this morning.
We signed the contract last night at 12:45am and then attempted to get some sleep. Olivia was up at 6:45 am, and we were all up by 7:20 and out the door by 8:20. As soon as my doctor's appointment was finished, we grabbed some breakfast, went to see our realtor to pay our earnest money, and then we headed out to our new town to visit the two day a week daycare where George and Olivia will attend next year. We just loved it and were able to secure two spots (thankfully). By the time we got home, it was noon, and we had not started work yet. We also scheduled our inspection, had a mover come give us an estimate (yowser!), and dealt with various issues related to getting the current house leased (still not a done deal--the background checks are taking forever).
After we finished all of that, a crazy thing happened--Barney curled up on the couch with me and we took a nap for an hour. While I nap whenever possible (ie very rarely these days), he never naps. It was less a desire to cuddle than a move motivated by exhaustion, but I will take what I can get. And, it was still a very sweet moment for me. But then it was time to go get the kids, who were super, super fussy for some reason tonight. Normally, we would just go on a long walk on nights like this when they get so cranky, but Barney was working with our loan officer to get our --really good-- rate locked and needed to be close to our home phone. He was just beside himself because he was half-convinced that they were going to decide we did not qualify for a loan after all and that we would not get the house we so want. I was not really worried about this possibility, partly I'm sure because I don't have the industry experience that he does to really understand how common getting turned down is, and partly because I know that we have great credit and that we can afford the house we are buying. Regardless of the reason, I took on the role of cheerleader tonight, as well as making sure he had the space he needed to deal with his anxiety.
Luckily, it only took about two hours for the loan officer to send us the approved letter, but it was a tense two hours for my sweet husband. I think that we are destined for several more of those over the next 19 days as we work to close on our house. But, most of the major hurdles have been crossed, and I am anticipating that our stress will come more from a lack of time than from worries about the deal not coming together as we have hoped.
Though I would say that our marriage is one of the more partner-based marriages I have really ever seen, meaning that we work together so much as a team, this process has really strengthened our ability to work together and our ability to draw on our respective strengths and weaknesses in ways that we have not consistently done in the past. I am not to a place where I can really appreciate the turmoil that life has been for the last couple of months, but I am grateful for the ways in which these circumstances have strengthened my marriage in ways that we probably never could have achieved on our own in better circumstances.
We signed the contract last night at 12:45am and then attempted to get some sleep. Olivia was up at 6:45 am, and we were all up by 7:20 and out the door by 8:20. As soon as my doctor's appointment was finished, we grabbed some breakfast, went to see our realtor to pay our earnest money, and then we headed out to our new town to visit the two day a week daycare where George and Olivia will attend next year. We just loved it and were able to secure two spots (thankfully). By the time we got home, it was noon, and we had not started work yet. We also scheduled our inspection, had a mover come give us an estimate (yowser!), and dealt with various issues related to getting the current house leased (still not a done deal--the background checks are taking forever).
After we finished all of that, a crazy thing happened--Barney curled up on the couch with me and we took a nap for an hour. While I nap whenever possible (ie very rarely these days), he never naps. It was less a desire to cuddle than a move motivated by exhaustion, but I will take what I can get. And, it was still a very sweet moment for me. But then it was time to go get the kids, who were super, super fussy for some reason tonight. Normally, we would just go on a long walk on nights like this when they get so cranky, but Barney was working with our loan officer to get our --really good-- rate locked and needed to be close to our home phone. He was just beside himself because he was half-convinced that they were going to decide we did not qualify for a loan after all and that we would not get the house we so want. I was not really worried about this possibility, partly I'm sure because I don't have the industry experience that he does to really understand how common getting turned down is, and partly because I know that we have great credit and that we can afford the house we are buying. Regardless of the reason, I took on the role of cheerleader tonight, as well as making sure he had the space he needed to deal with his anxiety.
Luckily, it only took about two hours for the loan officer to send us the approved letter, but it was a tense two hours for my sweet husband. I think that we are destined for several more of those over the next 19 days as we work to close on our house. But, most of the major hurdles have been crossed, and I am anticipating that our stress will come more from a lack of time than from worries about the deal not coming together as we have hoped.
Though I would say that our marriage is one of the more partner-based marriages I have really ever seen, meaning that we work together so much as a team, this process has really strengthened our ability to work together and our ability to draw on our respective strengths and weaknesses in ways that we have not consistently done in the past. I am not to a place where I can really appreciate the turmoil that life has been for the last couple of months, but I am grateful for the ways in which these circumstances have strengthened my marriage in ways that we probably never could have achieved on our own in better circumstances.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Days 85 & 86--As Ever, More Roadblocks
I really hope that once we finally move, we don't have to move again for decades at least. I cannot believe the hurdles that we have faced in this process. We met with the builder yesterday, and everything seemed to be going very smoothly. We have been window-shopping for our new house (in addition to the actual shopping--our garage is now full of the furniture we bought last weekend). We have been getting moving estimates and packing up a storm. Half of my kitchen at least is now packed. We have packed between 10 and 15 boxes a night for the last three nights. Everything seemed to be a done deal--it was just a matter of finalizing a number on the work we wanted done in the backyard.
Then, today, actually--tonight, things just started to go haywire. The builder has now informed us that he plans to raise the asking price $20K first thing in the morning on his listing because he thinks that the square footage in the listing was 200 sq feet below the actual square footage, based on an appraisal that he found. He also plans to make that price as is, without any of the backyard work that has to be done. He has said he will honor the counter he gave us that was for no work done in the backyard, but he has also insinuated that he has another offer coming in tomorrow (whether or not this is true). He also is claiming that information in MLS about the house he just sold next door is completely false but cannot provide any proof of that information.
We are now left to sign the deal without any work done on the backyard, which is not what we wanted at all. It is either that, or we seemingly will lose the house. Barney is completely undone by this whole situation, and I have no idea what the right thing to do is--it is midnight and we are being completely pushed into a corner. I can only pray that whatever we decide in the next fifteen minutes is the right decision.
Then, today, actually--tonight, things just started to go haywire. The builder has now informed us that he plans to raise the asking price $20K first thing in the morning on his listing because he thinks that the square footage in the listing was 200 sq feet below the actual square footage, based on an appraisal that he found. He also plans to make that price as is, without any of the backyard work that has to be done. He has said he will honor the counter he gave us that was for no work done in the backyard, but he has also insinuated that he has another offer coming in tomorrow (whether or not this is true). He also is claiming that information in MLS about the house he just sold next door is completely false but cannot provide any proof of that information.
We are now left to sign the deal without any work done on the backyard, which is not what we wanted at all. It is either that, or we seemingly will lose the house. Barney is completely undone by this whole situation, and I have no idea what the right thing to do is--it is midnight and we are being completely pushed into a corner. I can only pray that whatever we decide in the next fifteen minutes is the right decision.
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