Today is the day.

We start getting offers in the house. I babbled a little on Twitter but I think I can’t help myself. This will get a proper story.

There was a couple who showed up when they shouldn’t last night. They came after the open house. But I was home and everyone was dressed and I really want to sell my house so I showed it to them. I was a little melodramatic as I said, “But really the best part is the bathroom….” I’m getting show offy. It’s silly. I am super proud of how much effort I put into this house. I worked and the results are glorious.

I’m really hoping people include letters. I think I’m going to find what I’m looking for in a buyer. Like the couple last night was young and newly married and they hope to have children. They want two. They agree that this set up would be really perfect for two.

When someone leans out the backyard and gets quivery with excitement because they can imagine their child getting to go play in the fun yard…

That’s what I want. They asked me if it had ever been a school; I said near enough.

How could you leave this? That’s the right attitude folks. You want to know why you feel like that and I can walk away? You can’t make this. I can. I could do it again over and over. And I will learn from my mistakes and get better and faster each time I do it. You will buy someone else’s effort and have to take care of it and not let it degrade. Because you can’t replace it.

I’m glad you see the value though.

I think this is the first time I have ever seriously sold art. Because holy tomato on cheesetoast am I doing that. I’m selling art. And a house. And I’m waiting for bids.

Oh wow. That’s intense. GAH!

And I have to drive in the middle of the day so I can’t medicate much. Oh boy. I think a long walk will happen when the kids wake up.

I’m really tired. I hurt a lot. I feel slow and achey. I should take a bath. So should my kids. Maybe we will take a bath with our breakfast and then we can go for a walk. That would be really fun. Then a bit of academics before a car ride to see the orthodontist and a therapist. Because it’s a Monday. I am going to try and negotiate the orthodontist visits until the end of the year (she is loathe to do so… she prefers her calendar set only 3 months in advance but I’ll get my way so I can plan travel) and this is the last kiddo therapy session. There will be an adult check in with this therapist next week because I have questions about school stuff and I’d like advice and feedback. This seems like an important time to ask for such feedback.

Eldest Child has already had her last therapy session for a while. Indefinitely. There is nothing on the books. Middle Child has his last therapy session today. We are flying blind for a while. Parenting like normal unsupervised people.

This is terrifying.

Frankly their therapists have been trying to get my kids off the roster for a bit here. They mostly waited until we moved to be polite. Their words are approximately, “As much as I love hanging out with your child they don’t have any real issues and I have a waiting list of children who do….”

So on we go. That makes sense.

I’m told I am doing well. I need to believe all these people I pay lots of money and I need to just get on with it. Stop asking to be judged and just live.

I feel like this is a leftover from school. Where is my A? Have I done the assignment well enough?

The lady last night was super excited when I talked about how if you take a bath at night with a few candles the light makes the walls glitter. There are silver and sparkly and glittery tiles all through the walls and the light plays off the ceiling and it looks like clouds rolling through the sky.

It’s beautiful.

And this could all be yours! For the low low price of…. make me an offer that beats the other 90 something groups that came through this weekend. Cheers. Market rate, people!

If someone mentions being LGBTQI+ in their letter they move to the top of the pile. Because tribalism is real.

Not that I’m saying we are a tribe. I know better. Gosh the nasty things I heard about tribe.net as I traveled…. phew.

We all live within our own little bubbles.

My shoulder is feeling very jacked up again. I haven’t even done anything bad recently! What the heck! I’m being good! Sorta. That is one fat baby. She’s glorious.

I have over three hours until I need to drive. That’s awesome. Time to rest my arms again. Maybe.