Coffee is for Closers - Part 3

We left the vet's office with an empty cat carrier and heavy hearts. I had red-swollen eyes, a sore throat and a splitting headache from all the crying and stress. And we still hadn't dealt with the real biggie of the day… the closing. We drove back home in time for me to put Simone down for a nap, wash my face, reapply mascara and pick-up Tate at his friend's house. We then raced home to meet Nana, who was watching the kids while Dave and I went to the lawyer's office to sign on the dotted lines and finally become the owners of one really crappy, little house.

I walked into the lawyer's office in a trance-like state. A bit of an out-of-body experience, as I was weak from not eating all day and exhausted already from earlier events. I was prepared to spend a hour signing my name on pages and pages of documents, before being handed a new set of keys. However, when you buy a house without a mortgage, there are only two pieces of paper to sign. That's it. Two. We were done in less than five minutes. I have to say it was rather anticlimactic. Done in under five.

Though, what should have been an extremely happy and joyous day, was so overshadowed by the death of Matisse, that we went home, had dinner and just plopped on the couch for the rest of the night. There was no popping of champagne corks, no celebratory sensation in the air. Just exhaustion and a feeling of thankfulness that we actually made it through the day.

So, we'll save our champagne toasts for the day the old house gets knocked down. Or the day the new foundation is poured. Or the day the last workers clear out of the new house and hand over our keys. We have lots of amazing events to look forward to and celebrate soon. There is plenty of time for champagne and wine and jubilation.