We've received an offer on the house. It's a little low, but I have a feeling we'll be able to meet these people halfway. After all of this work keeping the house clean with the kids underfoot, praying for a sale in this horrible market, and lowering the price to the point of nearly breaking even, it's almost over.

I should be over the moon, freaking out, but two things keep sticking in my craw. One, this is an older couple with no children and four dogs. I was here at home when they toured the last time, and I was so surprised I actually blurted out to their realtor, "Why on earth would a couple with no kids want a house with this many bedrooms?"

They like the space. And they have four dogs. I guess those fun lofts above two of the kids' bedrooms speak to labs, too.

Also, they want to close in two weeks. Two weeks. Holy shit. We didn't think we'd be this lucky, and prayed to sell the home by January, at which point we would make the decision to stay in town through the school year or pick up and move. So, I may be packing up nineteen rooms, sorting through what we'll need until we actually move to our new destination, and living in an apartment (which we get through the company, so what a blessing there) until such time.

It's a lot to digest.

Also, I can't make Blogger accept a title for this blog, so I wonder what this means as far as Mondays go. Have a good one, enjoy the heat, and I'm off to dicker with realtors.