Today.  The realtors came by.  School starts Aug. 17 in this county, and people with families (and we have a family home, whatever that means) want in NOW.  We still have days, nay, weeks of work to finish to put this place on the market.  If we wait till we’re done, we’ll miss the big summer real estate window.

However, if don’t wait, and show it as is, we most certainly won’t get what we have to have to break even on this house, much less make a buck.   Who wants to pay top dollar when there’s Tyvek still wrapped around the newly added mudroom, and studs showing?

And I’ve felt more sick today.  

And then my stomach got all upset.

So how did I handle this?  Called my mama and daddy, and crawled in bed for a good cry, moaned about how I feel guilty for feeling ill, and we should have waited on this baby (so Mr. 4Tops could just chide me and say no way), griped about how there’s so much work to be done (so Mr. 4Tops could tell me I’m doing the most important part by just continuing to breathe and eat), and then take a big nap.  He even said this is an opportunity for him to remember who’s in control, and rest in that peace, when the rest of everything seems to be up sh*t creek.  No paddles in sight.  The Lord knows, and carries us.

The Remodel Emergency Crew (my folks) will be here in the morning with tools in hand.  That made me cry more.  That they would just drop their lives and come to our rescue.   I may cry typing it, we’re so blessed and lucky.  And the fact that I feel sick, due to the amazing gift of a baby?  I should be so happy.  Oh, good grief.  I am starting to cry again.  Gotto go find that paint brush and suck it up.