Fourteen Days Of Nothing

Today was our middle son’s birthday. He is now 11, and he had a great birthday. Seven years ago we were moving in the middle of his birthday too. We were just moving into this house, so it felt rather ironic that we were celebrating his birthday and then moving a few truckloads afterward.

Today marks one month since I discovered what the mortgage company was planning. Since then, I contacted them, they sent me conflicting letters making contradictory statements and “re-instatement” offers. In the days that followed my initial contact I received multiple letters. Well, let me rephrase that. I received 2 different letters. One that made a ridiculous offer, and another letter (which I received six copies of) that made an even more ridiculous offer.

In the past 14 days, nothing. No phone calls, no letter, no updates, no follow-ups. Like I said, nothing. The mortgage company has made it very clear they have had no interest, from the very beginning, of working with us, or even admitting their own mistake. I sure am glad we didn’t sit back and wait for them to work with us.

Tomorrow, after church, we plan on taking three more truckloads (maybe even more) to the new house. I guess it might be a good idea to get some rest because I have no idea what that will entail.