Today has been weird. You know our house is for sale, and today the people whose house we want to buy came and looked at our's. Their realtor completely
nit picked the entire house- a house we have spent months, really years, fixing up. "There were a couple loose bricks on the landing at the top of the back stairs", "a few windows were dirty", etc. It REALLY got under my skin. First, the house we are thinking of buying is in no way ready to live in- we would have to paint inside and out, redo carpet, redo countertops, etc. I didn't go in there and tear it apart- I looked at the house and determined whether it was what I wanted- knowing I could change it in the future to fit our taste. Second, I cleaned all the back windows inside and out and the front windows on the inside- I can't reach the front windows on the outside without an extension ladder and that is ridiculous- it's 100 degrees and I'm pregnant. Third, I realize that my home is an extension of me- and while I am by no means a decorator, I have put thought and work into making it a cozy, happy place for my family and for someone to come in and say "loose bricks" are a deal breaker makes me feel like I myself have "loose bricks" and am a mess. Buying and selling homes is a personal business- there's no getting around it. I remember some Dobson book we read before we got married, he talked about how women's identities are closely tied to their homes. And now that I've had someone come and "disrespect" my home, and by extension myself, I almost want to take it off the market and stay here- at least I appreciate this place. Marc says this "violent" response is my hormones being all over the place. Maybe so- but I still say "oh no she didn't".