Tee Gee Eye Eff

Hi there. I'm still for sale.

 

 Holy Moly.

Exhausted doesn't even begin to describe how I feel, from head to toe, internally and externally, mentally and physically.

Whose brilliant idea was it to try and sell a house at 6 months pregnant, with a 1 year old? Whose? I want to take a peek into that person's brain and examine it closely.

Oh wait....

Yeah, I'm pretty durn tired. This is a game that I don't particularly enjoy playing. Talk about anxiety! But I keep telling myself it'll all be worth it in the end. And the small sacrifices and inconveniences now will seem like nothing when we're sipping lemonade on the back patio of our new house. Life is all about perspective.

So here's an update for ya, because I know you're so curious:

House up for sale on February 5.

2/5: 2 showings

2/6: 1 showing

2/7: 3 showings

2/8: 2 showings scheduled
Update: 2/9: 2 more showings scheduled

So that's 10 showings in the first 5 days on the market. My first thought is: "Yay! That's awesome!" But then I try to be realistic and think that maybe there's a big group of people out there that are nosy and just want to see every house that goes on the market in our area. I dunno. 

We've gotten feedback from 4 of the 6 showings that have taken place already. 2 said they loved the house, layout, and decor, but overall the house was too small. It's hard not to be disappointed, but that's not something we can control so it is what it is.

The other two said they were very interested, and one of them said they'd be in touch with our realtor "soon." Which is like telling me you're taking me to Disney World "soon" but not giving me a specific date and time so I can pack my bags and plan out my itinerary. What does "soon" mean?!? You're killing me, smalls.

The showing notices usually come in the day before, so we haven't had more than 24 hours notice for any of these showings. Have I mentioned how difficult is to make sure that every single Cheerio is off the ground? That every light is turned on so that our house looks "bright and cheery?" That the house doesn't smell like a poopy diaper, my burnt Eggo waffle, or whatever I made for dinner last night?

I read online somewhere that statistically, you get one offer for every 7-8 showings your house has. Well, today marks showings 7 and 8, so I am praying to the house selling gods and to all angels of realtors past that we get an offer soon. It sounds too good to be true, but selling it soon would really give us a nice cushion to find a new house and move in before baby girl #2 comes. 

But again, having all kinds of perspective, I am just grateful that we're getting showings at all. And things will happen the way they're supposed to happen, because they always do right?? But who can blame me for wanting to move things along a little? Mama needs to rest her aching.... everything.

Since this post was alot of whine, I'll save myself by sharing a picture of Emerson during one of our "have to get out of the house for a showing moments yesterday." Yes, we were in a huge play area, but for a solid for 5 minutes, she wanted nothing more than to grab that gorilla's butt and take in her surroundings. Bless her heart.