I’m a Stress Eater
August 22, 2010 9 Comments
I have this thing with my mouth.
No, not herpes. And get your mind out of the gutter. Jesus.
I’m a chewer. A chomper. I destroy pens, chomp endlessly on ice cubes, chew gum. I smoked for 15 years.
Point is, I release stress by chomping on things — including food. Sadly, I’m not one of those people that gets all sick to my stomach, loses my appetite and upchucks when I get stressed. Oh no, I run straight for the fridge. I think I’m the only bride that got fat before my wedding.
Right now, I’m experiencing some epic stress. We got the final approval papers from the bank on our short sale. The buyer has already put money into escrow. We have a closing date.
But…
But it’s all still pending the home inspection, which happens tomorrow at 9:30 a.m. Until we’re assured that the buyer still wants the place once he gets written proof of all the things wrong with the house, we can’t put down a deposit on a rental house.
NOT that we’ve had any luck finding anything we can afford that we would actually live in. We’ve looked at probably eight houses and so far, we’ve seen some crack dens and a couple of shoe boxes.
Basically, I have no fucking clue what’s going to happen with our house or where we’re going to live and it is driving. me. MAD.
Will we have to put the house back on the market? Foreclose? Will we end up moving when I’m gigantically pregnant? Will we be forced to move into a shitbox because we can’t find some place safe that also includes an intact roof and floor?
I don’t know.
So yeah. Stress. Want to eat. A lot. Can’t sleep. Going insane. Praying to a little plastic statue of St. Joseph that I buried upside down in my backyard.
This is not a rational person speaking here.
Luckily, there’s banana bread and M&Ms and Heath ice cream.
9 comments
Good luck tomorrow. If it makes you feel any better, we moved when I was six months pregnant with the twins, from a big roomy apartment in a great neighborhood into a tiny place in a notably less desirable location. We survived it, and are happy in our wee little home, but we did have to throw away/give away an enormous amount of stuff first. Turns out we didn't need that stuff anyway. You're gonna be ok!
Hang in there! I always get pissed when people tell me 'everything will work out how its supposed to' but it turns out its the truth. I send some prayers to that statue for ya too!
In the end, everything will be okay…if everything isn't okay, it's not the end yet.
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I hope the inspectiongoes well and the buyers are happy. We moved when I was pregnant with the twins, too. I was useless…LOL. I couldn't bend over to unpack anything or I'd puke. Then, I got to big to bend over at all. But, we got through it. We moved again when they were 15 months old. My playpen was a Godsend!
xoxox
Ugh. Hang in there. No words of wisdom. We're going broke because we bought a new house. And a new roof. And now we can't pay for it because the taxes went up so freaking horribly. Blah.
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I read this article today and thought of you
http://health.yahoo.net/experts/eatthis/7-best-st…
I too buried a statue of St. Joseph. We got an offer a month later. Then everything almost fell apart at the last minute and I had to live with relatives for 2 weeks. Buying and selling a house is never stress-free, but at least it is a temporary problem.
I don't get it. Where's chocolate and beer on this list?
Oh no hun, I'm so sorry for all of the stress. It will all work out just fine. And I totally stress eat, BTW. Well, I do both so I sort of yo yo…which also sucks.
((hugs))
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