Today has been one of those days when I want to run through my house screaming "Great big, heaping, sweaty piles of BOLLOCKS!" I feel like my problem solving and negotiation skills are being tested to the utmost and I have been on the brink of saying that this is just not worth it at least once.
Our buyers are being a bit difficult and our sellers are reacting irrationally to any requests for additional information. Our solicitor has the wrong end of the stick about a really minor issue and has been beating a dead horse, delaying our exchange of contracts over something entirely unimportant. Our movers booked us on the wrong day (not my fault - I have the e-mail trail to prove it) and are busy on the day we need them. Nine days before our move, most other companies are booked up. Istyboo has a really painful new tooth coming in and is wailing and drooling like a basset hound. Miss A is weeping as eBay auction winners come and take away her "baby furniture".
I have wept, I have wailed, I have hyperventilated, but I have told our buyers that they really need to get over themselves, I have reassured our sellers that we understand that the issue is a very, very minor, I have made our solicitor (I think) understand that we can just pretend that private drive doesn't exist and I have found new movers that can do the move on the right days. I have cuddled Miss A into submission. Poor Istyboo is still miserable, but mum can only work so much magic...
I think we exchange tomorrow.
I need a very, very large and potent drink. And a two week vacation on a tropical island to recover.
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