Don't ya hate..

When you and your hubby are on different pages... Flyboy is working mids, we have always loved this shift, I get the bed to myself and I have to stay out of the house all day so he can sleep so I don't feel lazy that I haven't done anything around the house all week. Then he gets to sleep as long as he wants and he will help me catch up on the house in the evening and on the weekends. Too bad this shift is only for a few weeks until he checks out of this command.
Either way I got up at 6am it had been awhile since I got up before the kids. Chubs hasn't slept through the night in over a week. So aside from my 3am potty call and then Phantom barking to let me know he knew I was awake, I slept from 930 on. SO nice I was even ALONE!!
So I am up and switch laundry and making myself some breakfast and Flyboy walks in he is excited because he gets a 4 day work week, but then he sets in about the house. We close TODAY, I am so happy to be done with this constantly faxing crap to our lender. I am just done and so happy at 2pm today we will be home owners. We went for our final we were told the house was empty that the owners moved to Ft Lauderdale, well the owners did. But their daughter and her ghetto boyfriend are still living there. Not ONE thing was packed and the refrig is so full they look like they are in for the long haul. Our realtor tells us that they asked for one more day since we were supposed to close on Friday to get there stuff out. After Flyboy and I go through the WHOLE house and see that there isn't even a BOX in sight we tell our realtor to type up something saying they have to be out by 6pm on Friday. Since we did get a VA loan we cannot technically charge them rent because the loan states owner occupancy at closing. So Flyboy and I get home and decide we will do the move Sunday-Monday. Since the guys get a 4-day it shouldn't be too bad. We call and change when we were having all the stuff turned on (I am not paying the girls electricity and it is just rude to shut off someone's phone). The house is gross not horrible but you can't see out the upstairs windows because they are so dirty and the carpets desperately need help. The girls bedrooms are not as big as I remembered but I should be able to fit what I need to to make 'em work. The paint is DARK downstairs, so I will have to prime before I paint, but we are going to wait on that. Upstairs the room colors are scary electric blue, bright yellow, and nursing home pink for the master!! Flyboy and I decided we will just do a room a month and eventually it will get done.
Either way after actually getting a full nights sleep I was feeling really good about the closing today and how much packing I actually have gotten done since I am only doing about 5 boxes a day!! Flyboy said he has a bad feeling and thinks that they are going to back out now. I told him it isn't possible we are in a legal contract and they have to follow through. And once I get the keys if that girl is still there Saturday morning when I plan on cleaning then I will call the cops and throw her sh#t on the front lawn. Okay I am just done with the whole house thing and between that stress and my crazy hormones I am turning pretty psychotic.
So now that Flyboy changed my whole today is going to be an AWESOME day outlook on life, I am off to get my kids up and off to school. Then tackle Apple Juices room and try and figure out better storage for the toys, garbage bags and off to goodwill looks like a good option!! No I won't be mean to my own kids, at least not today. :o)