Its amazing to me that while neither Hubband or I got the jitters before our wedding, or when making huge lump sum payments to various debtors, or even about each other during a 7 month separation, we buy a house and immediately freaked out. Even more funny is that Hubband freaked out on the "WE MUST GET EVERYTHING DONE NOW NOW NOW" while I went "Hey. Wait. This is DONE. Its taken care of.... PARTY!!!!!!!" For those of you who do not personally KNOW Hubband and myself, you will know that this is role reversal of a huge and elaborate kind.
I think we did pretty well though. We had a fun socializing PARTY time with Q and her Hub-unit (OMG her empanadas are to DIE for...and homemade salsa...and I poached some pears in loganberry wine sauce that we then slopped over ice cream....Im still not hungry yet), came home and waded through the final contract for the house, signed it, scanned it, and sent it on its merry way back to TN. Then? I went to bed, read for 10 minutes and zonked. Hubband? Worked at his computer doing all sorts of chore type computery things until just after midnight.
I think we BOTH felt better for the experience this morning. Of course, now I have 5 loads of laundry to fold, 5 abstracts to finish editing in the next 3 hours (sooner if my bionic brain can kick in...), about 50 resumes to review for potential new hires, a set of pediatrics review, dishes, must pack for the weekend in WW with the Pooleyatici and C-Mom, run errands, and if I can figure out to work it... babysit a 4-year-old for about 5 hours for some friends who have overlapping work schedules. >gulp<
And every once in a while I get the queerest little jitter in my brain because HOLY COW, WE'RE BUYING A HOUSE.....and then I do the jitterbug across whatever room Im in and throw my fists in the air while whooping with joy.