So yeah. The house hasn't sold yet. If you are wondering, it's really awesome to live in a constant state of stress. Highly not recommended.
At this point, I guess I'm getting used to cortisol flooding my system, or my adrenals have just given up the ghost completely, because I don't even feel all that stressed. So yay?
The realtor still believes it's going to sell.
I have decided that unflagging optimism is the requirement for being a realtor.
We're priced competitively. I love our house. Yes, our lot was not the best in the world but it's certainly not bad. So why isn't is selling?
Your guess is as good as mine.
Anyway.
We're settled, mostly, into the new rhythm for school. It's a busier year than previous ones. I guess that comes of having one in high school. I feel like there's very little time to catch my breath or do crazy things like vacuum and scrub a toilet. The kids are busy, too, so minion labor is in short supply.
Hubby enjoys working from home three or four days a week, and since his stress was the major impetus of the move, I guess it's a good thing?
I'll be able to put more oomph behind that when the other house is off our hands.
Anyway, thus the quiet. Not all that much to say. And I'm tired of listening to me whine, so surely y'all are, too.
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