(my future home – LOL – this is an image from the ant invasion movie, “THEM”)
I am having a really difficult problem getting my body to accept what my brain says is best for us. As an example, I am sitting here blogging (trying to release my stress) when I should be completing paperwork for my 401K loan, as well as the mortgage proof of eligibility paperwork, too.
My neck and shoulders hurt. My eyes are tired. I need a nap. You know – the usual when dealing with COPD and it’s related complications for day to day living.
Earlier this week, I got up my courage and got the Seller to agree to handle the tent-style fumigation (something I’m deathly afraid of happening after I’m the owner, as I’ve already been through two (2) previous gas leaks with tent-style fumigations causing explosions, and I’ll have to live with natural gas in the unit until I can replace the home – presuming I live long enough to win my lawsuit against my former employer).
So, the Seller’s picking up about $1,500 of unexpected costs due to termites, and she’s also handling the park inspection prior to the sale (phew!). There’s still a lot that needs to be improved with this home, but the paperwork is killing me for procrastination on getting it done.
I know I can do it, I just need to step away from this keyboard and actually get the work done.
Then, my little money pit will be mine – all mine. And, maybe – just maybe – my body aches and pains will ease so that I’ll stop punishing myself for something that I know is the best thing for me to do…
Is it any wonder I’m stressed out?
Must run. Apparently, I’m not following instructions to worship at the feet of the Goddess. Katie just killed her battery operated squeaky mouse by dumping it into her water dish to get my attention. Don’t need a fire in THIS unit before I move out – time to trash the mouse.