Flying Barrel Of Monkeys

After four months on the market, we let our listing expire yesterday. We’d had two showings in those four months. One was a scheduled showing where the people bought a house with wood floors instead, and one was a wild rapping on the door by a Realtor with “investors” who turned out to not buy anything at all. Then there was the open house where nine families came through, with at least six of them being nosy neighbors who just wanted to ogle our house.

On Saturday while we were at the parade, I received a call from a Realtor wanting to show the house. I told her no, but felt sick about it. I had that “What if this was our miracle-two-days before-it-goes-off-the-market offer and I just missed it?” feeling. But our house was just a mess. And we’d set the alarm before we left for the parade and neither of us could remember the guest alarm code. Plus MonkeyMan had decided to rip up the master bathroom shower within hours us us returning home from our trip and it was still in pieces waiting to be recaulked. So most likely, the showing would not have brought in an offer and would have scared people from ever coming here again. But I still felt bad.

We still have signs in the yard since our Realtor hasn’t come out to retrieve them and her fake plants that she gave us for “staging” which I’ll be happy to see go! The continued presence of signs hasn’t stopped the TWELVE male Realtors from calling me up to inform me that my listing has expired and try to persuade me to hire them instead. I find it interesting that they are all male, and that most of them are very aggressive on the phone. To the point where I’m starting to either screen calls or answer with “I’m aware my house is no longer on the market and I’m happy with that decision.”

I’m not sure what we’ll do, but I’m guessing we will relist after the first of the year. Maybe choose a new Realtor, but probably not one of these vultures that are circling our “fresh meat” property. I don’t mind having it off the market, since I really don’t know where we should move to next and making a too-fast decision last time is what ended us up in the location we are stuck in now.

MonkeyBoy is going to be so excited to get his toys back, though. I packed up half of them when we listed the house and now they are coming back!