on the market

the house is on the market.

we plan to review the offers tomorrow. 

yes, multiple offers. so, so blessed.

that was going to be the post….

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….but there is SO much more juicy information to share whether or no you want to read it that is up to you. 

spring break is not the time to have high expectations of keeping the house spotless. that is why placing the house on the market that week was a one way ticket to looneyville. trying to keep the house clean with 4 energetic kids and friends running around…not possible. oh, another thing, my husband was out of town.  do you feel the stress piling up? side note:  to the fault of my own I felt urgency that we needed to put it on the market this week. inspired or not?  it is yet to be determined.

the house, an absent husband, kids…it was just too much for me to juggle, so I packed the kids up and went to a hotel in the area that had an indoor pool (it had to, we needed something to entertain my posy).

an email below describes the first 15 hours solo:

Hi Love!

We left the house clean and pretty for all the buyers. fingers crossed.

After a delightful dinner at the Dirty Bird or better known as Red Robin we headed to the hotel. Side note: a family came to talk to us about CI’s. Turns out they have 2 kids with CI’s who have Ushers, that takes away their hearing and their sight.  (Okay, I was humbled again). Beautiful family.

Anyway…..we checked into our hotel, took a look at the rooms and then realized we left Reese’s porta-crib at home. (Where are you to keep track of my…everything?)  The kids and I loaded back into the car  to head back home and retrieved it from the house.

When we got back to the hotel the kids were ready to swim.  We ALL got in our suits, even Reese and I, and got in.  Alexander jumped in right after Dallin and Zachary…..which meant he was sinking right behind them. It’s been a year and he obviously forgot how to swim.  Thankfully Dallin heard me call his name in a quiet panic to push his brother to the wall.  Phew. Alexander then popped out of the water and asked, “mom how do I swim again?”  Needless to say, he stayed close to me.  So close that after 10 minutes of jumping off the side and swimming to me at the stairs he began to hold his tummy and inflate his cheeks.  Uh-oh. Not good.  “Hey, Alexander you all right?”   (Wait he can’t hear me. perfect.)   I’ve been a swimming instructor long enough to know the signs of upset stomach from drinking too much chlorine water.  With Reese in one arm and Alexander in the other they were pulled out of the water just in time for Alexander to puke his guts out of chocolate milk, apple chunks and hamburger.   It happened so quickly. Thankfully his aim shot the gallons of throw up towards a drain and not into the pool. That would have killed the night for everyone in the pool. 

Gratefully it was too loud in the pool area for anyone to really notice our scene.  I actually had to physically tap a mother on the shoulder to ask her to go get someone from the front desk to bring a mop, a bucket, a fire hose, anything to get rid of the throw up inches away from the pool steps.

After a warm shower all the kids got in their pj’s (they were all laid out on their beds, you would have been so proud.  We gathered around and listened to The Friend on my phone.  We prayed for you and for the house to sell, and the kids even prayed that we would find a new house that had friends to play with.   I guess this means we have a lot to pray about too.  It would be nice to know that Heavenly Father is mindful of us during this time of transition.

Was your evening as eventful as mine?  I know you are saying…”you chose to put the house on the market this week and good luck with that”. 

Tomorrow we’re playing tennis and heading to the library.  Then more swimming after dinner.

Love you always!

m

It’s a busy, busy time of life!  The next day we did play tennis, went to the library and headed to the pool for more swimming.  No throw up this time! Instead it was diarrhea falling from his swimsuit as we ran to the restroom.  The fun never stops!