Meanwhile...

Probably every family who sells a house has this dream that maybe their house will be the one that sells in "just 3 days!". Maybe their house will be the legend that real estate agents talk about for years to come -"I remember this one house that sold to the first person who looked at it!"

And then....we wake up and realize that this whole house selling thing? It's not going to be an easy or a quick task. I will actually have to keep this house clean for weeks, perhaps months. That thought tires me more than you can imagine, but I will keep plugging on, in hopes that the right person is just around the corner.

Meanwhile, we are back to living our normal everyday lives. There are a few changes, as in my cell phone being in my constant possession, instead of buried in the depths of my purse. (Wouldn't want to miss "the call" for the house!) And, laundry must be either folded immediately and put away or left to wrinkle in the dryer where no one will see it. (The last option being my personal favorite). Paige and Garrett have adapted surprisingly well, and even help me spot things out of place before we leave in the morning. Garrett continues to believe that his toys are in danger of being taken, but he's relaxing a little.

Paige has discovered her "inner rock star" and is practicing at full volume. She grabs any available object that could possibly be a microphone or a guitar -broom, drumstick, fork, blocks. Then she belts out a nonsensical rhyme, shakes her hips and throws her head back on the high notes. She ends her performance with a very modest bow, closing her eyes as if to say "No, no. The pleasure is all mine". Unfortunately, all this rhyming has occasionally caused a not-so-nice verse to slip past the censors. For example, my mom caught on videotape the following verse, sung full-out with arms waving and hips shaking: "And that's the wo-o-o-r-d! And the word is a turd!" (At which point, the videocamera begins shaking uncontrollably from my mom's laughter). Needless to say, she keeps us all entertained.

Garrett continues to grow a half an inch a week, or so it would seem by the alarming rate at which he outgrows clothes. At last check, he stood nearly four feet three inches tall. He has also developed the little boy talent for tearing the knees out of his pants. I have no idea how he does it, but he can go off to school (or even church!) with a perfectly good pair of pants on, and return with a gaping hole across his knees. When asked what happened, he just shrugs and says "I don't know. I didn't do it!" Thank goodness summer is coming -shorts won't have any knees to rip out!

So, life goes on, even in the midst of trying to sell our house. We feel a little like we are "in limbo", but we know this period in our lives won't last forever. Instead, we are looking forward to celebrating the salvation that Jesus provided for us at Easter. Have a blessed Easter!