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Thursday, June 17, 2004

The Mrs. of the house we are buying is having a nervous break-down. She won't let us or any contractor into the house again until closing because she "just can't deal with all the stress of moving." OK I'd be depressed too if I had to move to Cincinnati but that doesn't mean you get to have a melt down when someone has just agreed to your closing terms and paid above asking price on your house.

I have to say that 20+ years married to an Austrian makes such behavior highly intolerable. "Don't be a veakling" as Arnie-sound-alike hubby would say. Unfortunately such tantrum behavior turns out to be highly effective in getting one's way. "OK, so we'll just wait until closing before getting into the house again. We understand...." (even so it's almost impossible to line up contractors in the middle of summer and every day that goes by where we don't move the process along is a day we'll be moved into the house surrounded by workers plastering the cottage cheese ceilings or sanding the floors).

I spent many years of my young motherhood walking out of stores when my kids were having a tantrum rather than give in to their demands. It's frustrating to learn that the kids whose parents capitulated and gave them an ice-cream are now the adults who have a melt-down tantrum and get their way.

Move on woman. I have plans for your house.

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