I spent last night in Lowe's. It's possible I was there for a month or two. Is it Christmas yet?
We had a list. We were going to stay on target, get in and get out. Yet we would pass by an aisle and my husband would think he needed to "just check one thing..." The store employees were clearly bored, because many of them kept passing by to laugh at us. Granted, the store was deserted at that late an hour on a Thursday night (heck, most gas stations close at 7-8PM out here, so Lowe's at 9? Ghost town.)
Does anyone else feel that home improvement stores are a vortex of time? I feel like I lose a week of my life every time I go into one. Never mind the fact that I realize how much work needs to be done on my house, and how much prettier I could make it... if only I had the time, money, and desire to spend that much effort on it. It makes me think about other animals that feather their nests, so to speak. Can't you just imagine a wild-life home improvement store? There would be an aisle of shiny things for the crows, pieces of string for the mice, etc.
OK, well what do YOU think about when you're stuck in a store like that? I may be weird, but at least I keep myself entertained.
I'm at a strange place with my stress level. I'm hitting a sort of numb point. I finally got my notice that I'll be included in the huge art fair that I've been waiting to hear on for six weeks (when they said they'd notify me, and no response to emails or calls)... they let me know with about a week to prepare. Nice, right? In the midst of that, I'm also working on the house with the idea that we'll be putting it on the market, but that just took a weird turn.
We got the counter offer back from the owners of the other house. This was totally expected, they countered back high. What was unexpected was this letter explaining why they "deserved" the price they were asking. I won't give too many details, but let's just say it was bizarre. This may be why it's been on the market for so long. I don't know how many legitimate offers they have had, and they're representing themselves so there is no way to really find out.
My realtor is just as exasperated as we are, which is nice. She's going to try and walk them through things and get them to understand how the market actually works and why we're offering what we are, and we'll see. But when I expressed that I'm getting frazzled and I'm no longer willing to do anything else drastic to the house that I wouldn't be doing if I was going to stay, she agreed. She said she wants this over by Monday. That might be more like Wednesday because of several issues, but that's OK. It's a deadline, it's in sight, and we will finally settle this. I feel like it's the limbo that is killing me, the not knowing. Even if we do get a yes and have to go crazy getting the house on the market and showing it, that's less stressful than the unknown and maybes for me!
At this point, I don't even know what I'm hoping for. I'm so stressed out. The kids are bummed because we're not decorating for Halloween. Everyone is snapping at each other. And I have a freakin' yellow bedroom. Ugh!
Upside, kicking butt on the nutrition again as I said I would. I'm waking up without regrets, and I noticed yesterday my formerly tight jeans were actually baggy. It's not much, but it's something! I stepped on the scale today too, and we're back to charging back down the numbers. So, all is well on that front!
I just need my stress level to take a chill pill!