This is the third night in a row that I haven’t slept all that good—or to be specific, barely slept at all until it really counted—namely just hours before I am supposed to get up in the morning.

With all the preparations that we’re undertaking to get our house ready for the market, I’ve been watching a bit too much HGTV, planning wall colors, scoping out the big laminate flooring job I’m taking on in a few weeks, and all the other “little” projects around the house—all in the name of getting this home to sell; and quickly.

I’ve got a checklist that covers a full sheet of paper, listing all the things that need to be done before we even think about contacting a realtor. They’re things the realtor would tell us to do anyway, so why bother start up a realtor’s contract if we’re not even ready to sell yet. But back to my list, I can’t help but to think of all the money we’re sinking into this. It’s probably not nearly as bad as it is in my head; it just has its way of causing just enough anxiety to keep me up at night.

So here I am at 2:11 a.m., wasting time that would be better spent sleeping. Unfortunately my mind has already made itself up—it wants to pour over and over my list of things to do, how much money it’s going to cost, and worry about how little our how may or may not go for. And when it’s done worrying about that, it’ll start to worry about our next home and how much money we need to sink into that place, the furniture we “need” to buy, and the bigger mortgage that we’re going to be responsible for.

Houses are just so much fun. I wish I could shut off the worry machine in my head. Unfortunately, I think that’s genetic and I inherited every ounce of it from my dad.

March 14, 2007, 1:18 am

Filed under: General, Home Ownership

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