I'm over here getting all panicky.
The builders told me the other day that the house is slated to be finished Friday. FRIDAY.
Suddenly the plan of 'waiting to put my house on the market until ours is finished' just sashayed up and biatch slapped me across the face. I woke up, after Lord knows what kind of dreams, in an absolute panic, POSITIVE that my house will never sell. That this was the worst idea ever. That we have a million things we should do to it before even listing it. That we missed the 'prime selling months' of Spring and early Summer. That it will sit on the market for months and months
Drowning in anxiety over here.
Power of positivity, eh folks?