So Many Balls in the Air

We’ve had more showings in the past five days (five!) than we did the entire time our house was on the market last time (only four). I guess that’s a good sign—right? No offers yet, and I’m already feeling drained.

Tonight, just as we were sitting down for dinner, we got another last-minute showing request. Cue the frantic scramble: a quick mow, a speed-clean, and a reset of everything… only for someone to walk through and probably decide they really need two laundries—one up, one down.

It’s discouraging sometimes. I try to keep my eyes on the prize—the boat, the big trip—but then the weight of everything we have to do in the next month hits me like a rogue wave. A month. Just one month left. How did that happen? Weren’t we supposed to have endless time? And how exactly are we going to empty the garage in four weeks?

Oh, and by the way—we’re also getting married, attending my stepson’s engagement party, moving, and hosting a going-away bash. All in the next four Saturdays.

OMG. So. Many. Balls. In. The. Air.