Our Houston home went on the market at lunchtime today. We had a multitude of showings, and are currently mulling an offer in hand (for at least a day to see if any others transpire).
I will miss this house. This dwelling has served us well. The moment we walked in for the first time almost 7 years ago, we knew this was the house (and it was on the market 1 day then too). Sappily, I hope our buyers will love it as much as we have.
If all goes well, thankfully, it seems likely we will have a signed contract by the end of the weekend. I have been hoping and praying that the house would move quickly, as keeping it show ready with the 3 kids is making me even more neurotic and crazier than usual. This morning, as we were walking out the door, after I spent time going room to room to make sure it was ready to show, I noticed a scrub brush on the stairs. A scrub brush? Yes, a scrub brush. Not even sure where it came from originally, but know it had to have been one of the 3 little ones (likely the smallest) that decided that the stairs would be the final spot for it. Thankfully I found it before walking out!
I think the kids will be of 2 minds about selling the house- 1. The good- I will stop freaking out and saying "please don't touch anything" (like we are in a public restroom all the time) and 2. The bad (for them, not for me)- We won't be going out to eat every night anymore. I am so ready to eat at home for while!
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