WORST. DAY. EVER.
Thursday, April 17th, 2008OK, so yesterday was a huge day, and not for good reasons.
First of all, Tuesday night we saw a house that was PERFECT. Love love loved it. Had a great floorplan, the perfect number of bedrooms, cute little backyard, little porch on the front…everything we were looking for. We went to dinner and decided to go for it and put an offer on it. Our realtor was GREAT and stayed with us until 11:30pm to fill out the offer papers, suggest a good offer, etc. We went back to the hotel totally excited (and I know that I was already mentally moving in.)
Big mistake. Our realtor called us yesterday morning and told us that the house had sold (subject to inspection) at 9PM THE NIGHT BEFORE. So, literally, while we were sitting down with the realtor to fill out the papers. SO disappointing.
In addition, Kevin woke up with a cold — hacking cough, head all stuffed up, the whole works.
So we went to Denny’s for breakfast feeling understandably dejected. (Denny’s seems like a good place for dejected breakfasts — just something about it.) While we were there, the realtor (Mary, for clarity) called and urged us to reconsider seeing a house we had before and also a couple of new constructions, which we did. The previous house was really cute, but just didn’t work for our lifestyle — the kitchen was not open to the living room, which just wouldn’t work. The new constructions were just depressingly bland — nice, but without any style.
So we got on our flight back home. Meredith was PRETTY good, although she was being a total wiggle worm — I fought her the WHOLE time, it felt like. I was trying to let Kevin get some sleep in the meantime, so that was a long couple of hours. Then, with about an hour to go in the flight, Kevin got REALLY sick all of a sudden — feeling faint, nauseous, etc. (He’s had this problem before, but it usually happens when he’s doing strenuous exercise.) So he ended up hanging out in the airplane galley with an icepack for awhile. The poor guy next to us on the aisle — between the wiggler and the guy trampling him in order to get to the bathroom, he was probably kicking himself for not taking the flight attendant up on the offer of being seated somewhere else (he was a serviceman, so I think they were trying to give him some more legroom as a “thank you”.)
So drama done, we get into Chicago (at 8:15) to find that our 9:30 flight has been delayed until 11PM. (They later brought that down to 10:40) But talk about agony! We just wanted to be HOME. Which we were. Finally. At 12:30.
It was a long day.