As of Tuesday evening, our house is up for sale. We’ve seen a steady stream of showing requests so far and have already had three come through the house. It looks like this weekend is shaping up to be busy with them — we are lucky to have beautiful weather in the forecast.
Last night we were out of the house in the evening hours for two showings. We ate out and the kids took baths at Grandma’s. By the time we got back home at 8:30, they were exhausted and went right to bed. Nora, who has been a trooper during the moving process thus far, woke up pretty early, which makes me suspect that this is harder on her than she’s letting on — not surprising. We’ve been eating out a ton lately to keep things clean in the kitchen and there’s hardly any toys to play with at home right now. I feel compromised as a stay-at-home mom; I really like getting messy in the kitchen or at the craft table with the kids at least once a day, which won’t happen again until we move in April.
I keep reminding myself this is a short period of time and that it will pass soon. What’s so daunting is the idea that we have to continue to have the house prepped for showings, (hopefully) negotiate an offer that goes through, and move into our new house, which needs a lot of TLC. Can you tell my drive is slowing down on this gigantic project?
It’s time to keep the faith and distract myself with ideas for the new house. And, lucky for me, I just got an exciting new freelance project, so that should help me get through the final waiting period before we get into the new house. However, I sure hate waiting . . .