I’m So Excited!
It’s starting to hit me that this moving thing is really happening. It could be because of today’s events.
I spent the day packing about 20 boxes of things that we won’t be using, loading them into the van and taking them to one of our new storage units, aka my parent’s house. We also wrote out the biggest check we’ve ever written (10% of our new home’s price), which means we’re eating only things in the pantry closet for the rest of this month. Along with the check, we signed the official paper removing the contingency and giving our builder the green light to get building.
Our realtor is also making our appointment to select all of our exterior house colors, interior colors, flooring, cabinets, hardware, lighting fixtures, etc. for next week. NEXT WEEK! They should be breaking ground within the next two weeks once they have the permits and we’ve signed off on the final plans. They have committed to a settlement date on or before October 20th, which is much better than I thought it was going to be (Our 10-year wedding anniversary is October 17th so that is pretty cool).
I also started putting things on Freecycle to get rid of things we don’t want to take to the new house and hopefully get some moving boxes for free within the next week or two. It’s working fabulously so far. One woman’s trash is definitely another person’s treasure.
In addition to all of these other signs that are pointing to this really happening, I have also started to break out (as in teenager face all over again). Who says that the stress is gone once your house is under contract?
When Halloween rolls around, I’m going to be one happy girl.
Help Wanted-Moving
In 29 days, the entire BBM family will be moving in with my parents.
Deep breath.
Our house is under contract, just as soon as my realtor shows up at my door so I can sign. He’ll be here in minutes. The contingency on our new home is being removed as I write this, and the builder will break ground in two weeks or less.
Because we’re moving in with my parents, Big I will be in the school district that she needs to be in. She’ll be starting the year at her new school. This, I’m telling myself, is the reason we’re agreeing to inconvenience ourselves in such an incredibly huge way.
So, I have some needs:
1. Boxes: I need to pack seven rooms, three bathrooms, a basement, a crawl space and a garage in 29 days. I don’t even know where to begin. I don’t know how I will get this done.
2. Packing Help: See #1, and let me repeat: I don’t know how I will get this all done.
3. Moving Help: Because this knee is just not cutting it yet, Mr. BBM is going to have to single-handedly carry our washer and dryer down 21 stairs and then up seven stairs into a truck and then back into a storage unit. If you’re not available for the first move, keep in mind that there will be a second move. Yes, two. Yes, I’m crazy.
3. Counseling: Because did you read that first sentence? We will be living with my parents for three months. I’m not at all concerned about living with my Mom, but there’s my Dad to consider. When we lived with them for a year when Big I was just a baby, he drove me insane. He treated me like I was 15 years old again and as much as he thought he would hate to relive that year of my life, I hated it much more. I told Mr. BBM that it’s really no big deal for him. He works out of the home three days a week. I work at home (two jobs) and raise two munchkins. As appreciative as I am to my parents to let us move in with them (again), I know it might not be easy for us me, or our cats who will have to stay somewhere else entirely. I’ll probably need counseling; I’ll definitely need sangria. Copious amounts of sangria, so cabernet contributions will be graciously accepted as well.
Next week I’ll pick my colors for my new house. My realtor says it will hit me then. I’m starting to believe that this is really happening!
I’d Like to Thank the Academy Neighbors
Our Open House is over. It was declared a "success" by both our mortgage guy and our realtor. We had eight separate parties come through the house. Usually my realtor downplays any potential interest, but today he said that two of the parties showed some real promise. This is what happens when you just decide not to care anymore.
The only cleaning that got done today was by Mr. BBM. My parents kept the girls last night so that we could get cleaned up. We ended up doing some of the cooking for today and then spent the rest of the night having dinner (Hungarian Pasta to die for and salad) over at our neighbor’s house (They didn’t want us to dirty our house so they invited us to just hang out there). We also had wine, lots of wine, sort of like the never-ending glass of wine.
We also had margarita’s, pina colada’s, and sangria.
At one point, I was showing our house to my neighbor and he went into my crawl space and stayed in there for a good 15 minutes remarking how he would turn that into his private office space since he likes sitting on the floor anyway. It was that kind of night.
This morning, while I held my head in my hands and cursed white wine and the glass that always stayed full, my other neighbor (an extraordinary personal chef) showed up and began rolling up these beautiful little flatbread sandwiches containing Tuscan turkey, baby leaf spinach, cranberry and mango chutney and whipped cream cheese. She also helped us make lemonade and mint tea from scratch and then adorned the pitchers so that they looked like they could have been at a fancy restaurant.
We then garnished the mini cream cheese cupcakes plate and these amazing chocolate chip peanut butter desserts with fresh raspberries. It was kind of like preparing for a party at your own house that you can’t attend. Thank goodness for leftovers. As we were finishing the last bit of set-up/clean up, the first party started coming through the house and we quickly made our exit.
There are wonderful things about this house that I will really miss when our house finally does sell and we move. But of all the things that I’ll miss the most, it’s a few choice neighbors who have become really great friends.
I’d Like to Thank the Academy Neighbors
Our Open House is over. It was declared a "success" by both our mortgage guy and our realtor. We had eight separate parties come through the house. Usually my realtor downplays any potential interest, but today he said that two of the parties showed some real promise. This is what happens when you just decide not to care anymore.
The only cleaning that got done today was by Mr. BBM. My parents kept the girls last night so that we could get cleaned up. We ended up doing some of the cooking for today and then spent the rest of the night having dinner (Hungarian Pasta to die for and salad) over at our neighbor’s house (They didn’t want us to dirty our house so they invited us to just hang out there). We also had wine, lots of wine, sort of like the never-ending glass of wine.
We also had margarita’s, pina colada’s, and sangria.
At one point, I was showing our house to my neighbor and he went into my crawl space and stayed in there for a good 15 minutes remarking how he would turn that into his private office space since he likes sitting on the floor anyway. It was that kind of night.
This morning, while I held my head in my hands and cursed white wine and the glass that always stayed full, my other neighbor (an extraordinary personal chef) showed up and began rolling up these beautiful little flatbread sandwiches containing Tuscan turkey, baby leaf spinach, cranberry and mango chutney and whipped cream cheese. She also helped us make lemonade and mint tea from scratch and then adorned the pitchers so that they looked like they could have been at a fancy restaurant.
We then garnished the mini cream cheese cupcakes plate and these amazing chocolate chip peanut butter desserts with fresh raspberries. It was kind of like preparing for a party at your own house that you can’t attend. Thank goodness for leftovers. As we were finishing the last bit of set-up/clean up, the first party started coming through the house and we quickly made our exit.
There are wonderful things about this house that I will really miss when our house finally does sell and we move. But of all the things that I’ll miss the most, it’s a few choice neighbors who have become really great friends.
Open House Prep. . . Again
It’s been a beautiful day today, but I’ve spent almost the entire time inside cooking. I’ve made like 500 cream cheese mini cupcakes (how I wish I was kidding about the number), and then my personal chef neighbor friend is helping me make some kind of little rolled flatbread-type sandwiches with things in it that I’ve never tasted, chutney for example.
Our Open House has been advertised like crazy and there are signs directing people to my house from here to Alaska. We’ve had a lot of street traffic pulling in today and taking fliers. One couple in particular got a bit under my skin.
Earlier today, there was a kitten hanging out in our front yard. It was adorable and we were all out front playing with him. The girls were just loving him. Because it’s so hot today, Mr. BBM put a water dish out for the kitten. The kitten was super grateful.
However, when some potential buyers pulled in a little while later, I’m guessing they didn’t like the bowl being out front. As they pulled a flier out of the sign, they exchanged disgusted looks as they gestured towards the bowl. Maybe it’s because I’ve had it with stupid potential buyers (especially first timers), but it took all I had not to scream at them, "You know, the bowl is not a permanent fixture. It doesn’t come with the house and it’s not cemented to the ground. It’s not a pile of trash, a car jacked up on cement blocks, or a washing machine that doesn’t work anymore. It’s a bowl. It’s there temporarily to show some compassion to a thirsty kitten, jerks."
Instead of launching into my tirade, I delivered my trash to the dumpster and scratched my head with my middle finger. I don’t know if they noticed or not, but being passive-aggressive sometimes makes me feel better.
Something tells me they won’t be back tomorrow and I can’t tell you how happy I am about that. I’ll also be happy if the second set of low-ballers stay away. I don’t know what’s up with buyers lately but they obviously don’t know how this whole process works.
Step 1: Buyers make crappy offer.
Step 2: Sellers counter.
Step 3: Buyers counter back
Step 4: Somewhere in this process, an agreement is reached that is acceptable to all.
Instead, this is how it’s been going for us:
Step 1: Buyers make sucktastic low-ball rage-inducing offer.
Step 2: Sellers counter with a reasonable number and terms.
Step 3: Buyers walk.
This is a home, a very nice one at that, for sale. We’re not operating a charity here for ignorant first-time home buyers. All I know is this: we better get some serious traffic tomorrow because I won’t be able to fit in my front door if I have to get rid of all the stuff I cooked for it tomorrow.
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