Man, am I in a bad mood. I effing hate moving. I hate the waiting, the worrying, and especially the cleaning. I also hate all the running around trying to get everything done before you leave. I can't even sleep in anymore. This morning my eyes snapped open at 8am. So much for even that luxury.
I have now been waiting for 48 hours to get feedback from the 3 showings we have had. For some reason this info is harder to come by then moon rocks. And now all I can see are the defects in our house. I am sure the feedback is going to be horrendous.
Anyone got a hammer?
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