We have a contract. We don’t have a contract. We have a contract. We don’t have a contract.

I feel like I’m pulling petals off a daisy.

Is selling a house this frustrating for everyone? I tell ya, I’m falling apart. I want this behind us. Our house is still up for grabs. We’ve had a lot of interest, and we know it’s priced right. It’s a big house in a great neighborhood and the only thing it really needs is new wallpaper in one bathroom.

If I had time, I’d rip down that wallpaper so no one would ever see the lousy job I did. What happened was I bought paper I found on clearance–bought every roll they had because I’m terrible at measuring and calculating the right amount. The bathroom is divided by a doorway, with the double sink part in one half and the toilet and shower in the other half. I just wanted to paper the sink half, but once I started, it was looking so good–and I had SO much paper (or so I thought)–that I kept right on going with the other half. Except I didn’t have enough paper. And it was on clearance because it wasn’t made anymore.

I’ll just piece it, I thought. It didn’t really have a pattern–looked like spongepainting–so patching wasn’t too hard to do, and at the time, all those patches sort of disappeared into each other. Fast forward ahead about 8 or 9 years and all those patches aren’t so fond of each other anymore. They’ve curled away, fallen off, peeled loose enough to tempt a kid to help them go the rest of the way. Suffice to say, it isn’t pretty. And I hate the idea of anyone seeing that and knowing I was responsible.

If I didn’t have so many other things at the new house demanding my attention, I’d be down stripping paper this weekend.

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