Yesterday, we decided to take our house off the market. We’ve been so upset by the way things had been going. There wasn’t a lot of interest in our place, we’d only had a handful of lookers and one family making any offer. And that offer sucked. WAY sucked. Let’s call them the HOOVER family.
The day before yesterday, the Hoover’s agent spoke to my rep, and offered a flip kind of offer. She said her clients would take the house for $54K less than out asking price. Which is $21K LESS than what WE paid for it 7 years ago. $24K less than what they offered last month.
The Hoovers obviously aren’t serious about buying our house.
So, we thought, let’s just give up all hope of selling our house and just live here. The idea of taking my stuff out of storage freaked me out. How could I go through the agony of UNpacking all that crap I just packed up? Unpacking it here seemed WRONG on so many levels. Paying for a storage unit if our house isn’t on the market seemed foolish, too.
The whole concept gave me such a headache all night long.
This morning, our agent found me at work. She said since the Hoover’s made an offer, that opened the door to us for another counter offer. I thought about that for a while and discussed it with Mr. Tony, and we said OK, well, maybe. Then, while I was making finger-paint turtles (so cute!) with the kids, she leaves a message on my phone asking, “So, what’s your house look like today? An agent wants to come by and take a look.”
I laughed so hard that I went into a coughing spasm and almost wet my pants. Beyond the fact that I have been sick for almost a month, and neither Tony or I have had a chance to clean ANYTHING in several weeks, there has never been a clearer message from the universe. In big, friendly letters: DON’T PANIC AND TAKE THE HOUSE OFF THE MARKET TODAY.
Needless to say, I raced home after carpool and started cleaning, and went FULL tilt until the people arrived at 4PM. I parked one kid in a crib and the other in front of the TV. Mother of the Freakin’ Year, that’s me. I looked at how much work there was to be done, and how much energy I had, and just stated cramming things in drawers, cupboards, dishwashers, clothes washers and hampers. If it could be glossed over, I got waxy. If it could be hidden, I obfuscated.
But, exhaustion aside, and regardless of the potential buyers interest, my house is clean. Or at least appears clean. Or is cleaner than it has been for some time. I, on the other hand, have dry itchy eyes and a need for deep hibernation.
So, it’s Spring, and who knows what can happen. We’ve really only been on the market since November, and who’s looking in the heart of Winter? Our resolve is strengthened, and we are going to remain in the game until it sells or it kills us.