Always the shown house, never the sold house. What a complete pain in the neck. We're having lots of showings which means that we have to get the dogs packed up (pun intended) in the truck and leave the house, most of the time without necessarily having a place to go. Once this week we went over to Pant's (Nancy Dancehall's) and as a result one of the dogs peed on the carpet and part of the couch. There's the kind of guest ou like to see, eh? Come on over and have your wild animals piss on our stuff. Great. Well, the good news is Pants is still on speaking terms with us and our hoodlum dogs.
It wouldn't suck so badly if we had any signs that anyone was considering our home, and feedback is scarce. It's just a preposterous drill at this stage- they call, Schmoopie goes all OCD on me and sterilizes everthing she can see, and then we run away for a while and sit on our hands. We can go to a dog friendly park or something, but it's starting to become a dull routine. Then we come home and MAYBE we see a business card from the realtor that came by and that's the end of it. Then another call and we start over. Lather, rinse, repeat. If we're particularly lucky, we get back-to-back showings, and don't have to go home and redo the drill, although that means that much more time away doing nothing, other than dealing with bored kids and frustrated dogs.
For those unfamiliar with the area, the Denver area housing market is the suckiest it's ever been- record numbers of homes on the market and a record number of foreclosures. This is the market we are trying to deal with. We've lowered the price of the house and we are now the lowest priced of the 14 homes of a similar size/type/model in our area. Maybe that'll make a difference. I'm no depressed, but I am weary of this fire drill of activity. Schmoopie may be near to official depression. None of us is looking forward to being apart for even a little while, but like Schmoop said this AM, it's not like I'll be in Iraq or some other miserable protracted thing. It's an unusual reality check for me to think about the military families in those terms- I mean I knew it would suck for them to have family overseas, but I guess it puts a more tangible or identifiable framework on the problem. I'm thinking I need to shut up. These are problems we've invited upon ourselves, and the outcomes will be quite pleasant. If only the military families had something to look forward to like this.