So…um…the proverbial stuff happened to hit the fan on Thursday this week. It was a hectic week by any measure. I had a volunteer event to plan and pull off. It was the week before Spring break for my husband, with all of the administrative walkthroughs and observations that that entails. Oh yeah, and we were supposed to close on our house yesterday. I say supposed to because it didn’t happen. In fact, after all of the scrambling around for paperwork, and the emails from me to the lender and back (which I would then relay to my husband through text, or facebook status message, or whatever) and the phone calls and the running around town, we didn’t close yesterday because of a technicality and basically messed up paperwork (but not on my end).

I got the call from our lender that there was a problem as we sat in front of our “new” house talking about all of our repair plans for Spring break, and waiting for our realtor to arrive and give us the final walk through. I had been musing to my husband about how much I adore flowering trees, and that I couldn’t believe that we were going to have that huge magnolia outside of our bedroom window. The buds are already formed on the tree, and I was imagining waking up to the scent of blossoms on the warm Spring air. The last thing I expected was to hear that we had issues with the appraisol or that we needed to change our loan type *maybe*, or maybe it just wasn’t going to work out with this house. It feels like the rug was pulled from under me.

After a fire storm of calls yesterday, and tons of new papers signed, we *might* close on the house this week. If it doesn’t come together this week, it looks like the deal is off. Our Realtor let us know that there was a minor safety concern with the house (a broken stair) and that “little elves” need to fix it this weekend for the financing to have a chance of going through. So my husband and father are over doing their elfish duty as I type.

We’re pretty laid back people in general. We don’t get overly upset about minor annoyances, but this time it’s difficult not to lay blame. It turns out that this problem arose more than 13 days ago. There was absolutely no reason that it should have been dropped on us as we were gazing at what we thought was our new home, as we were preparing to take possession in 18 short hours, and after I had picked out the paint colors for our new nursery. Obviously it’s an oversight on someone’s part, and obviously it was not an attempt to injure us personally, but when something hits you in your home (or the home you are dreaming of), it stings no matter what.

So we’re doing this little bit of work today, and if we still end up losing the house, then we’ll know we did everything we could and we’ll just continue our search (most likely with a different lender).

What do you do when disappointment strikes?