Ohh Bother

What I thought would be an exciting and fun adventure has turned into an enormous nuisance. Maybe I was naive when we set out with our realtor to begin our search for a home.  It took a while, but finally we found something that my husband and I both liked for our own reasons and felt we could make roots for a while there.
I should have known from the moment we opened the door that there would be issues.
Walking up the front steps the realtor says "Oh, there is a car here, maybe they didn't know about the showing." OK, I thought, no big deal, we can reschedule anytime. Then a woman cracks open the door and asks if anyone has problems with cats.  The first thing to cross my mind is uhh yeah hubs is allergic, but I just said no, knowing that he would just not touch them and there would be no problem.  She opens the door the rest of the way and no less than six cats scatter out of sight.  Oh S%!&. Seriously?!! We finally find a house that would be great for us and the crazy cat lady is living there?! I tried not to let it ruin my mood or my impression of the home and in we went.
Lots of nice, newer cabinets in the kitchen, huge bedrooms, storage galore, a man cave/extra garage for the husband, and best of all.....if I hadn't seen the cats (or their litter boxes, toys etc) I would have never known that they were there. Not so much as cat hair on the counters and no smell at all, praise the Lord! I couldn't believe it, I have no idea how much time this woman must spend cleaning to keep things like that living with so many animals. For that I give her props.
The next day we submitted our offer and shortly after it was accepted.  We were ecstatic! We were finally going to be homeowners, we would have space for a garden, and our toddler would grow up surrounded by fields.  Just what we had always wanted.  I quickly got to work interviewing home inspectors over the phone and picked one that I knew to be very thorough. The next day I received a call from our realtor saying that the people living in the home were actually renters and that we could only do inspections/water tests, etc before 1pm.  ::Deep breath:: OK we can figure this out, I had to call the home inspector back and beg him to get us in on a Saturday so that my husband could be there as well. The only weekend he could come was the day before we were required to have all inspections completed. But getting the water test and radon test would prove to be much more difficult. 
Every time we would schedule something the renters would resist and say that it was not possible for anyone to come to the home during that time. Because of the strict hours we were allowed to do things, we ended up having to perform our own radon and water tests.  My husband had to take a whole day off of work to do the water test, he arrived at the house and the lovely tenant did nothing but gripe and complain that she had not been able to use the kitchen sink for 12 hours prior. He could not wait to get out of there. Then when I went out to retrieve the radon detector he had left there during that time she was crappy about the fact that I had brought our toddler along.  Really? You expect me to get a babysitter to walk in, pick something up, and walk back out? I was really starting to send ill wishes her way, but we had to remain civil because we don't want them to destroy things on their way out. 
This Saturday is the day of the home and septic inspections, I pray that it will go well, but as I know in advance that the tenants will be there, I don't have high hopes.  I never knew that it would be such an ordeal to purchase a home, I expected lots of paperwork but not this. I am beyond ready to close and just move and to never have to deal with those pain in the ass women again!