As we approach the conclusion of month 8 that G-man has been gone, I am having a mini breakdown.
Putting the house back on the market has been stressful for me. It took almost a month from the time we fired the realtor, interviewed 4 more, signed papers, met with the home stager, did the work the home stager suggested, had new pictures taken, and finally officially were back on the market.
It went "live" last Friday. No showings over the weekend, but then 2 showings this week (long story with booking one of them). Neither showing was at a good time, but I am shuffling my world around to make things work. We got another inquiry for additional information, so we will see where that goes. We were "supposed" to be part of a home tour this week....I took the day off of work, scheduled a few other things to be able to make the most of my day off. And 36 hrs prior, they moved the tour to NEXT week. So I had to undo all the plans, as I can't take a day off this week and next week. Shuffle shuffle.
I have a huge list of things I need to do in general, and haven't even gotten near that this week.
And this morning.....I wake up to a wet spot on the textured ceiling in the powder room downstairs. Kim....did you send over the plumbing problems??? Talked to the realtor who said don't cancel tomorrow's showing and if they make mention of it, we can say we are aware and are in the process of taking care of it. Have calls into 2 plumbers, but no return calls yet. It isn't like the ceiling is caving in....but obviously something is leaking. So my head is spinning thinking of the plumber cutting into the floor in the bathroom upstairs and the ceiling downstairs. And how to fix both of those things. EF is about to take a hit.
And the washer is acting up.
And Bossy is feeding off of my stress, and he is doing things he isn't supposed to.
And I am still dealing with my health issue.
And my phone broke.
And about a zillion other things.
I am really trying to just stay calm and take it one thing at a time. But yeah.....I suck at that. So I am spinning all the plates and trying not to drop any. I am quite alone in all of this. There isn't anyone who can take any of this off my plate. So I just need to deal. But after dealing for 8 months on my own, my nerves are raw. I am feeling defeated.