Progress

So yesterday I had phone calls saying things like this:

"Have you ordered your windows already? yes? Well do you think it's too late to change them? Well because I just realized they wont' fit."

and

"So we're going to have to change the height of your basement...which means your framing package you've already had quoted is going to be wrong now."

and

"Well we didn't realize the angle of your lot was so severe so the way the house has to sit now, your backyard is only going to be 20 feet deep."

...those are only portions of several conversations I had yesterday. It was...a bad day. However! I did not freak out. (Except the part where I maybe raised my voice a little bit for a little while at my drafts person). I did not cry (except when Tyler's teeth somehow rammed into my lip and for some reason caused me to shed a few tears for a very long time). I did not tell myself that our life is over and this house will never get built and I will have to declare bankruptcy (...well okay except for when I did exactly that).

So what I'm saying is...at least I'm self aware?

It looks like everything got worked out yesterday and it's also looking like our drafts person (who is also a contractor) is willing to do some work on our house for free to help us offset the costs of all the mistakes they have made. Silver lining to a very stormy cloud.