Reality

It's 3:12 a.m. and I am wide awake and completely sleepless.  Old age is weird. (Wink, wink) I've always been one to love my sleep, and one to require lots of it, but the older I get the more sleep I lose.  I have been lying awake in bed since 2.  I have a ward council "revelatory experience" at 7 am and 1 meeting after church.  I most likely will not get a Sunday nap, so I hope I can survive the day. 

The reason for my sleeplessness?  We have a contract on the house.  Yesterday was insane.  We began with an early morning and house preparations for an open house.  Nicole had clogging at 10, I met with a woman about her Scentsy business at 1, piano recital at 4, met with the realtor at 5 and Alie's birthday party was at 5:30 (to which we were late).  We had 4 showings yesterday, plus the open house.  We got an offer around 3 and so we were negotiating while at the piano recital.  By the time we made it to our 5 o'clock meeting with the realtor we had an offer for our full asking price, minus $2500 for closing costs.

Ya.  Sweet.

We're grateful.  Very much so.  And now the weight of reality strikes a blow.  It's been hard for me to discuss this openly with people.  I have been in denial, somewhat.  We chose to move forward, but we also found comfort in the fact that it could take a while to sell our home, and so we didn't really want to say we were certainly moving.  It's still not 100%, but we're moving right along, you know?

Normally I speak with ease about our life's events, but I've felt secretive about this, as though I didn't want to say the words.  There are parts to this that I just don't want to happen.  Sean and i were talking about this.  I don't want to move.  I am comfortable here, very comfortable, and we are happy.  I don't want to mess with things.  We're just getting a handle on "life-since-3-babies-in-20-months" (yes, it's taken 3 years).  I love the young women I am blessed to work with at church.  That whole part of this experience has been the most difficult for me. 

Funny aside - when I spoke to my Laurels about the possibility of our move, I was pretty emotional.  I tried really hard to be normal, to keep from getting that ugly cry face, but I wasn't successful.  They just stared at me awkwardly.  Haha!  They are going to be just fine, it's me that will be a mess.  I am going to miss them a lot.  Much more than they will miss me.

So, we should have an inspection by Dec. 22.  We will know with more certainty how things will go after that.  If all is well, and the inspection doesn't turn up anything too horrid, our closing date is scheduled for January 28, almost 8 years to to day of our moving here.

Here we go....