My plate is overflowing...

My plate is not just full but overflowing. Why, you ask? Because of this:

Hmm...all you see is my serene and cozy front porch. Deceiving because all I see is WORK. We have decided that we're 99.2% sure we're going to sell our house. I'm a realtor and have been experiencing homes in my price range fly off the market (thank you $8000 stimulus). Our home itself is fabulous. We've spent nearly 4 years fixing it up from the sad state it was in when we bought. There are just a couple of problems. We have no yard unless you count a concrete slab and a patch of grass that the dogs pee on as a backyard. Boo. Also, though we love the charm that a home built in 1922 possesses, we've dropped a lot of cash on problem after problem. 

Declan has most certainly changed every aspect of our life and this is no exception. Mark and I are "old house people" and I love woodwork as far as the eye can see, little nooks, high ceilings, etc etc but for now it's just not practical. We're looking for something newer with a backyard. 

Ok, back to the stress. We have lots of stuff to do before we list and I'm wanting to list in the next week or two. It will be a miracle if we hit that time frame. All our touch ups and repairs to list seem to be taking twice as long as I anticipated. My fingers are crossed for our survival while on the market (a baby and 2 dogs makes showings a little more complicated) and a quick sale. The bright side? I know a good realtor. ;)

So, yeah, I totally just posted my SUPER cheesy realtor picture. You've got to be able to laugh at yourself, right?