I woke up this morning with my jaws just about killing me.I never clench my teeth, but I guess I did so all last night because I went the entire day today feeling the painful effects of the clamping. Ouchy.
Maybe I was terrified of accidentally sleeping in, since I knew I had a repair man coming to visit in the early morning.
I got up at the crack of dawn and waited for him because that's when my landlord said he'd be here, but of course he forgot about me and didn't arrive until well into the afternoon and only gave a small apology. Drat.
My jaw feels exhausted and tired but somewhat tense at the same time. Should I chew some bubblegum or something to work out the kinks?
I guess I have a bit more stress in my life than usual--with this whole house-buying adventure and all--and maybe that is the cause of it.
It's been fine and an enjoyable process, mostly, and I am thankful to have such involved parents who are along with me for the ride, every step of the way.
It's just that--after a while--all the mortgage figures start to swim around on the paper, and suddenly I can't remember what those simple acronyms--like PMI, FHA, HUD, RHD, and PHFA--mean.That's when I put away the papers and fling myself into bed, and that must be also when my little chompers get down to the business of clamping.
