The house has been officially listed since Thursday morning. Which I just realized was only yesterday. Feels like forever ago. It’s been shown four times now – three yesterday evening (day 1 on the market) and once this afternoon (day 2). When our agent told us about the three showings yesterday, I was (still am) trying really hard not to get overly excited and be all “we’ll have a contract by the end of the day and we won’t even NEED to have an open house” while twirling around the kitchen. That’s not likely (the quick contract – the twirling is all too likely). Then when I come down from the over-optimisticness (and the dizziness), I go too far in the other direction. “We’ve had four showings already and no offers yet – NO ONE is going to want to buy our house.” I mean, come on. It’s been two days, and we’re not exactly in the middle of a housing boom. It’s too early for the doom and gloom. I need to find a calm, centered, serene middle ground where I can keep the house clean without obsessing over whether leaving the dog bowls out or not cleaning the windows again EVERY morning is driving potential buyers away.
Maybe I should go clean the windows again.
The open house is tomorrow. Cross your fingers!