Waiting

I’m not very good at it.

Which is odd, since I’m rather patient about most things in life. But we’re down to the last week-ish of this house-buying process, and it’s a little frazzling.  Hurry up and do this and hurry up and do that and then … wait around for other people to get stuff done.  Wait for the seller, wait for the relo company, wait for the insurance guy, wait for the roofer to get back in town.

And yet when it’s something WE’RE supposed to do, I get phone calls every few hours to see if it’s done yet, and repeated emails with lists and checklists of things I need to have to this or that person.  RIGHT NOW IF NOT YESTERDAY.

The childish part of me wants to say “no, I had to wait FOUR DAYS for you to get around to your side of things” (or in one case, I had to wait TWO WEEKS for you to even dignify us with a RESPONSE that you got our inspection and were going to fix stuff) – but doing that only sabotages our chances of closing on time.

And so I organize, and reorganize, and have everything in little plastic sheet protectors in a binder, so I never have to look, can be prompt and grown up, and quietly don’t say anything when the Relo company has us sign and initial every page of a document we’ve already signed and initialed twice before.