So, we're one week into this whole "Selling Our House" thing. Umm....it really stinks! I've been interrupted while making dinner twice, so now I hesitate before beginning any meal. Which meal can I hide the quickest if the real estate agents call? We had to be out of the house most of Saturday and all of Sunday afternoon, so we didn't get our normal nap and relaxation time. (I offered to leave Dave asleep on the couch so our agent could show what the room would like like complete with sleeping husband. She didn't think that would work.) I have become obsessive compulsive about picking things up. If one of the kids takes off their shoes for a minute, I immediately return them to the shoe basket, only to have them ask where their shoes went 30 seconds later.
The flip side of all the hassle is that we have had a lot of interest in the house already. I know that interest means nothing until there is a signature on the dotted line and a check in our hands. However, it is at least encouraging to know that people like our house enough to be interested. So far no one has run away laughing or shaking their heads in disbelief. There's that much at least.
Of course, since listing the house, our water heater has quit working and the heater isn't firing correctly. Hmmm...a bad omen, perhaps?
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