500 Days

This is a not so happy milestone. Today marks the 500th day since we put our house on the market.

500.

That's almost half of Carter's life, and significantly more than Avery's whole life.

That's 500 days of anxiety over what's next, stress/trying to have faith and find peace, being show ready with a toddler and a pregnant mama, a toddler and a newborn, a toddler, a baby and two parents working full time, now we're pretty much at toddler and preschooler. I don't even want to think about how many strangers have been in my home, judging my belongings and decor and probably thinking our very protective dog was going to lunge through the glass door and eat them. A year of a baby sleeping in our room because she's too loud for her brother and he's too loud for her.

I honestly cannot even begin to count how many pieces of paper we've had to read, sign, and return. Probably 200, maybe more. By the time this is all over, we're going to have a lot more grey hairs and some serious carpal tunnel. That is, if it ever ends! Someday, maybe. Some people throw housewarming parties. We'll throw a "thank God we're finally getting the heck out of this house!" party.