Last night the better-half asked me if I ever mentioned here that we’re in the process of preparing our house for sale. I told him sure all that stuff is over in House Proud. He pointed out that some people may never look at House Proud (shocking as that sounds) and that I may sound like a nut because of my rants on Lowe’s (damn them).
Here’s the news. We’re selling our house. Our realtor gave us “home” work to do and we’ve been working like dogs. We’ve seen 3 other houses and made 2 offers both of which fell through. The first offer was for a house I really liked and I was bummed to hear that we didn’t get it. The other one I was on the fence about but I think the better-half was a little more disappointed. Neither of us were that passionate about it though.
Yesterday I stayed home from work to finish painting our bedroom and I think it is finally finished. At least I’m done with it so I hope it is done. While I was putting the hardware back on one of the windows I cracked the glass. There was a moment of quiet as I listened to one of the panes (they are thermal windows so only one pane broke) cr-a-c-k. Then I cursed. Then I picked up the phone to tell the better-half that I broke one of our windows. He was calm and I was livid. That is a theme in our relationship. One of us is inflamed and the other is calm. Usually he’s the calm one.
The window breaking is indicative of this whole process. Every time we make a repair or replace a fixture (plumbing or electrical) we find that either the thing we just removed was disguising 4 big holes in the kitchen ceiling or that the part we bought is flawed. The part being flawed reinforces the better-half’s mantra that 90% of everything is crap.
To top it all off, I’m becoming increasingly frustrated that we’re working so hard on our house to make it a sure-fire seller and not much is coming on the market that we’re remotely interested in. It really is a seller’s market. I remember when we bought our house we looked at 15 or 16 houses before we made an offer and bought our house. I’m starting to get chafed.