It's Friday, and my head is still spinning from all the stuff going on over here in my neck of the woods.
On Sunday night, we got a call from my husband's parents telling us that just a week after listing their house, they received and accepted an offer on their house. They close in 45 days and they are on their way back to NJ from Arizona to move in with yours truly.
On Monday morning, a house came on the market in a nearby development we have been stalking. Our realtor brought potential buyers by our house Monday afternoon meaning I spent all of the morning in super-freak out mode cleaning the house and making it presentable. Monday night, we all went to look at the nearby house and then went out to our local diner to discuss putting in a bid. After excruciating negotiations with our own realtor we left our local diner past 10 p.m. and I still had to bake cupcakes for my son's birthday. And I was up until 1:00 a.m. trying to catch up on my writing since the entire work day was lost.
On Tuesday, we made a bid on said house and began waiting 24 hours for a response. I had a meeting with my realtor in the morning to sign some paperwork, and then I had to meet with my business partner to look over a contract related to our TV series and a potential producing partner. After school, we celebrated my son's 6th birthday. And it was another long day, as we didn't get home from dinner until after 9:30 p.m.
On Wednesday, I waited to hear from our potential sellers. They liked our offer but didn't like that our house wasn't on the market yet. Since there has already been some interest in our home, they said they would sit on our offer for a week before deciding. Meanwhile, I sat down at my computer until my revisions on my Desperate Housewife script were close to finished. By the time I picked the kids up from school I was ready to kick back for a playdate in the park.
On Thursday, I printed out my Desperate Houswives script and got it in the mail (one day before final deadline) for the Scriptapalooza Contest. Our potential buyers from Monday afternoon were back on Thursday night for a second look at the house.
On Friday, my realtor stopped by with a "For Sale" to put on our front lawn and lockbox for our front door. At 11:00 a.m. we had our first official interested buyer come by with her realtor. Hey, it's also Tax Day, which means those envelopes containing our Federal and State Income Tax Payments aren't going to mail themselves. I promised my kids a trip to McDonald's after school and then it's straight on to my son's gymnastic's class.
Now, we have an Open House scheduled for Sunday and I want to have this place scrubbed clean. Tomorrow afternoon we will hosting a birthday party for our son at a local play gym and having some family come back to our house afterwards. Needless to say, it's already gonna be a hectic day.
For the record, I'm home a lot working, so having people come and see the house during the day is going to be a bit annoying. Also, it stinks having to show your house. I now have to make sure the house is tidy -- just in case someone stops by. That means beds have to be made, breakfast dishes need to be put in the dishwasher and not left out on the table until 4 p.m. as sometimes happens when a work-at-home mom like myself is busy writing the next best TV show, or I have a deadline. I have to wipe counters, dust TV screens, sweep up dog hair, wash windows, pick up stray hairs in the shower, fold and put away laundry immediately.
I'm basically living a god-awful Martha-Stewart-like existence until this house is sold. And it really truly is sucking up all of my energy and my free time (which isn't really free since I should be working on one of several projects).
My head is spinning so fast from it all that if my life were an episode of Desperate Housewives, I'd be the crazed-looking housewife desperately searching for some Ritalin.