So, my last post showed some of the pictures that were forwarded to me by the real estate agency last Saturday morning. I thought, "Gee that looks so good maybe I will just stay here." My plan was to put in serious cleaning time after the kids left on Sunday and into this week, too. I have a list of things that need doing--from having the underground fuel tank removed to having the chimney cleaned.
I took off for the lake for the rest of Saturday. When I got back, I was getting Dane into the shower, not and easy chore, (What?? I have been in the water all day!!) and starting something for our dinner. It was around five thirty. I had not taken my cell phone to the beach and I didn't notice the message light on the home phone blinking because it was on the floor behind the couch. Don't want picture of cluttery things after all.
Well there were frantic messages from the realtor when I did check. Wanting to show the house at five o'clock. What, now? It was after five by that time. Later I saw an email from her letting me know she had listed the house. No, wait. I need time to clean and fix!! But no, she said people were coming at 8 on Sunday morning (Hence the breakfast cupcake) and she absolutely had to be able to reach me at all times. Like selling a house is a matter of life and death?
The house has been shown eight times since Sunday morning. I have four offers to consider. I was thinking that it would be sold by next spring and I would feel good about that.
So now I am inviting the universe to place mia querencia in my path.