This whole house selling process has been so stressful. To catch you up, we found *the* house. We had been slowly working around our house to get it ready to list.
Painting. SOOOO much painting.
Caulking. I’m quite the little caulker now. HA!
Packing and clearing things out.
Staging.
While getting everything ready, we had also been searching for a new home, but hadn’t found the one yet. There just hadn’t been a whole lot that fit our criteria… and we weren’t willing to compromise. We wanted to stay within 40 miles of Chris’ work and have at least a one acre lot with mature trees. And obviously, be in our price range.
The night before we were scheduled to go out with our realtor to look at some houses, we were searching online and found the one. We went to look at it the next day and knew immediately. It’s kind of in the country– in a little town of just 1,000 people right outside of one of the larger cities in the metroplex. But it’s still within 5 miles of Target and Kroger. It’s an older, cozy little house that sits on 2 acres… surrounded by mature trees with a creek that runs through the property and a field full of wildflowers. It’s magical. We immediately made an offer, only to be declined since our house wasn’t even technically on the market yet.
Heartbroken.
We were so worried that the house was going to be snatched out from under us. We immediately moved into high gear to get our house ready. Chris had taken several days off around Memorial Day and we busted our asses. We got a lot done, but not everything. And Lorelei decided during this time that she was going to need to be held all. the. time. I’m not sure if she was sensing my stress or just going through a growth spurt. Chris went back to work on Tuesday. By that afternoon I was reduced to tears. We had decided that we would be ready to list our house on Friday and I had a to do list several pages long. I had been sending my BFF snapchats of my crazy, including…
There were just so many tears. From both of us. From all of us. After one of my particularly sad snapchats, Julie wrote back and asked if she needed to come back to Texas to help. I immediately called her and asked her if she was serious. I don’t often ask for help. Or allow people to help me. But dammit, I needed it this time. Five minutes later, she had a flight booked for the following day.
She snuggled my grouchy baby so I could get shit done.
She took care of the boys.
She even went to Target in the pouring rain to get supplies to help stage the house.
She fed us. Because lord knows we don’t forget to eat when Julie is visiting. We eat ALL the food.
She even helped us re-home Petey. (more on that later…)
But most importantly… she held my sweet girl while she was going through a tough time. She stepped in to Mom my kid when I couldn’t. And for that, I’m forever grateful.
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