The girls are finally excited about moving. Jill pretty much hates her school now. Then they saw they playground at the new school, and they were sold! Whatever, and in any case, everyone is ready to go.
And it might not happen.
See, we just weren't planning on selling this home first. And now, we have to sell in weeks. Actually, days would be preferable. While we have had some promising showings, we have no offers. Of course, the house has only been on the market for five days. Still. We are reaching the end of our option period, so we will have to give the seller the right to accept other offers. Basically all we can do now is hope for an offer quickly on our home and no offer higher than ours on the other home.
Me, being the ultimate pessimist, does not see it happening. So now, I am sad. We found the perfect house, and it may not work out.
And anyone who tells me that maybe it isn't meant to be will be hunted down and hurt. No one wants to hear shit like that. I want to hear my fax machine ring, followed by the sound of an offer printing.