Have I mentioned that we sold the house? I have?

Well I’m going to say it again because I’m still enjoying the sound of it: WE SOLD OUR HOUSE.

No more vacuuming every day, no more worrying about being unable to get the price we need, no more stuffing the laundry under the bed to keep it out of sight while random strangers poke around in our bedroom.

That last part alone makes me want to start dancing with glee, but I won’t and you should thank me for that. Dancing does not run in our genes, which is why when my daughter attempts to boogie down she just looks like she’s operating marionette puppets.

One day she will come home crying because she did not make the school dance team and I will comfort her with the fact that it is not her fault because all the cartwheels and pompoms in the world cannot overcome genetics. But it’s not so bad because she did get a killer set of dimples and there are people who pay money to achieve that kind of cute SO BUTTON, YOU MAY REMIND YOUR FATHER WHEN HE’S SCARING ALL THE BOYS AWAY WITH HIS SHOTGUN, THAT HE IS SOLELY RESPONSIBLE FOR THE REASON THEY ARE SO INFATUATED WITH YOU.

But back to the house, or rather lack of. See, our original plan was to build a house, and we’ve signed the paperwork and picked out our tile and carpet and everything was hunky dorey. Except that the house won’t be built until at least November, and we close on our current house mid-August.

I’m going to give you a moment to do the math on that one.

So there we have it: We have sold our house in less than 3 weeks, and in another 3 weeks we will have no place to live.

So the plans have changed a bit. We are now looking at current houses on the market, hoping that somehow we will find a house that we like as much or more than our new construction, and that somehow we can put a contract and close on this new mystery house in less than a month.

Tomorrow we’re going to hit the house shopping hard-core. I’ve sent our agent a list of like 30 houses to get through, and hopefully by the end of the day we’ll know where we want to be. No problem, right?

Call me an optimist. But everything seems easier once you are no longer shoving toys in the dishwasher and dog food in the dryer every time you leave the house.

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