To make things even better, I am refinancing the house to roll in a balloon loan that is about to blow up. The bank is sending an appraiser in for 10-15 minutes inside and 10-15 minutes outside. To take a picture of every single room in the house.
I’ve been doing a crazy amount of work inside and outside. If the house is appraised low, we would need mortgage insurance. The whole point of the refinance is to not have to pay extra each month.
Yesterday I started out the day fine but ended up unable to speak or put on my own pants, even lying down. My husband did my chores and his while yelling and cursing. My son looked disturbed by my state and avoided me.
I don’t like being a problem for my family, and it is so hard to see time running out to get things done while I feel like I’m dragging myself through the desert to do what should be a simple task.