House for Sale

Well, the house is on the market. And the waiting game begins.

Last night, the wife and I stayed up to the wee hours putting on the finishing touches. Today, we were to meet with the CRSP at 10 a.m. to discuss the move, the appraiser at 1 p.m. to discuss the property value and the realtor at 1 p.m. to list the house.

At 9 a.m., the appraiser called. It was raining. He didn't feel like coming out. What's more, he had decided he really didn't want to do the appraisal for the money being offered by the IRP. This, in spite of the fact that a week ago, he had agreed to do it for the price. And this, in spite of the fact that we had cancelled another appraiser as a result of that agreement. I was a tad pissed and let him know it.

At 10:10 a.m., the CRSP called. She wasn't coming either. The "meeting" could be handled over the phone and it was. Basically, it was a rehash of the IRP and where we were in the process. Nothing earth-shattering.

The realtor did come to the house and we had a relatively pleasant meeting. With one little glitch. Turns out there aren't as many square feet in the house as we had been told when we bought it. An accurate measure by our honest (damn it) real estate agent showed about 90 square feet less than what we believed. Oh well, we didn't notice while we lived here, so what difference does it really make. But, on the other hand, I can't help feeling just a little screwed here. Somebody lied to me. I hate that.

But, the bottom line is that the house is now on the market and we're ready. The challenge before me is to keep the kids from messing up the house, so it is ready to show at a moment's notice. No easy task, but the dog cage is looking like a great potential playpen these days. We even have one inside and one outside for those nice, sunny days.

As for today, kitchen is clean, laundry is being done, kids are locked in the basement and there's five inches of new freakin' snow on the front lawn. It's the middle of freakin' May. What the heck??

They say moving is one of the bigger stressors in life. It's true. And I don't need the rain and snow messing with what is already a trying time. But, as I am not God, I don't get to fly that plane either. Must keep smiling. Must endure. But I must admit that, when the light at the end of the tunnel is Thompson, Manitoba, there are days when optimism is a challenge.