There is definitely something akin to the 5 Stages of Grief in this process. I think I’ve moved past Denial (Sub-Zero 48″ fridge! Miele, miele, miele! Concrete everything! Diamond floors! Crystal chandeliers! Whole house automation! Flat screen t.v.’s in the shower!), through Anger (Why CAN’T I have three dishwashers? Why, why, why??) and have now settled comfortably into Bargaining (Okay, I’ll take the plain old combination speed oven instead of trivection, as long as I can keep the warming drawer!)
I’m bracing myself for Depression, which I suspect will be the longest phase and keeping my eye on the ultimate Acceptance phase.
Last night we discussed how to find that tricky balance between wanting everything we want because, hey — we’re only doing this once, will be living here a long time, and dammit, we deserve it, and listening to the voice of reason and making some sacrifices because we do have those pesky three kids who will probably want to go to college someday.
In the meantime, today’s the day to pull all the financing docs together which means much obsessing about what’s between all the lines, and whether or not we should trust that our beloved mortgage guy (who got us into the house in the first place) is not ripping us off.
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