Really, can't I just lie down, kick my feet and scream like a two year old! Please!
Sorry all. I just found out today that I may have to delay my planned move on Friday. When we designed the house it had foam insulation in the basement, (as well as the furnace). The architect moved the furnaces to the attics, which is okay, cause the basements were insulated so they would stay warm enough. Right? Right!?!
The Fire Inspector decided we need to put sprinklers in the entire house including the basement. Okay.. that sucks but okay. I understand you are looking out for my safety. Sure.
Then the Fire Inspector decides that the studs and insulation in the basement need to be covered with dry wall to protect them in case the sprinklers go off. (Did I mention that our houses are made of cement and also have fire hydrants built into them, so the fire department can just hook the hose up to the neighbors house and spray down the offending fire? Did I mention that?) So we have to protect the wood and foam, okay, I can do that. So we dry walled the basements.
Then the Fire Inspector decides that our dry walling is not enough protection for the foam insulation, and insists we take it out. Okay.... that's a little weird, but sure Mr. Fire Inspector; I am sure you know best.
So we took the insulation out, and guess what? The sprinkler pipes froze. Also burst. Also flooded one of the basements. (Not mine, thanks for small blessings)
So now, after making us take out the insulation to keep the basements warm, the Fire Inspector is making us install electric heating in the basements. Like yesterday... Like no-certificate-of-occupancy-for-you-until-this-is-done yesterday. Like it-is-very-unlikely-that-I-can-move-in-on-Friday yesterday.
So here is me.

Tired and stressed and ready to through the mother of all tantrums. A I-want-to-go-home,-cry-off-this-migraine-I-got-from-trying-to-reason-with-banks-about-my-mortgage,-eat-my-weight-in-chocolate,-and-never-wake-up-again tantrum.
<sigh>