She has gone from (in that contrived stage Oirish way) ''There'll be some amount of cooking done in this kitchen lads, I'll tell ye'' to ''First coat of paint on, who wants to buy our house?'' in the space of about 4 weeks. The point someone made above about instant gratification is so apt. She wants everything done yesterday and gives no thought or reflection to any decision - as evidenced with kitchen reno, puppies and now a move to the coast. What is sad is that she will continue to make reckless rash choices until such time as she sorts out all her internal work. Til then the jumble of flitting from one thing to another, desperately trying to fill space with the next shiny thing will just roll on and on.
Even her basic lack of understanding with regards to her mortgage is staggering. Essentially saying/ trying to justify the move as though it couldn't have come at a better time since the naughty bank appeared to decide on a whim to up the mortgage. Jesus Christ - a simple phone call to them for clarification would have allowed her to ascertain the facts, and choose another fixed rate. The way she couches everything to cast herself as the victim is so unappealing. She is so petulant. It's also bizarre that she seems to think ''I don't like the mortgage rate, let's sell'' - as though that is a solution that will happen overnight, particularly in this global climate. And what then? Sell without making a profit as it doesn't seem like much value has been added to current property & move to a place where, by all accounts, prices are bound to be much higher. Right...sounds super logical and rational. Not to worry though, at least she'll have the kitchen tiles from the first rushed reno. Painful.