I Don't Care

We just got back from Fargo. Jesse is working, so it was just my three babies and me who made the trip. It is difficult to travel with three children and a dog by myself. I was scared the traffic would be a nightmare, as this weekend was the opening of fishing season. Surprisingly, the traffic was not an issue. On the way to the hotel, I could hear something that sounded like dragging---like something was hanging off of my vehicle dragging along the road. Sure enough, when I finally got the hotel, I looked under my van and there was a piece that had fallen down. Thankfully, my aunt and uncle were nice enough to drive to the hotel and take the contraption off of my van. I guess it's not a big deal. Before I called my aunt, I called Jesse, I said," Jesse, there is a big, black thing hanging down from under the van and it drags on the ground when I drive!". Since, he was across the country he told me to take a picture, which I did with my phone and I sent it to him. His response was,"I don't know what that is, but you should probably get it fixed." My husband is so logical isn't he?

We got an offer on our house on Friday. The only problem was that the offer was 50,000 dollars less than our asking price. Ya....that is sort of a problem. On the way to Fargo I was talking to Jesse's sister Lisa. Lisa had asked me if we had any bites on our house yet, I told her we hadn't and how I don't really care about it anymore. I really don't. So, we don't sell? So what? Who cares? Not me. I just don't care.

We had people walk through the house on Saturday morning. I didn't care. Of course I made sure to have my house spotless before we left for Fargo, so I do care that much. For the last month all I have done is worry about people liking our house. I love my house. I love everything about it. After getting feedback after feedback and hearing what people don't like about my house, its just gotten annoying. We had an open house today. Again, I didn't care. My realtor asked if she could have an open house since we were going to be gone anyways, I said, "Sure, I don't care." Knowing that there were going to be a bunch of people walking through our house would have driven me crazy with anticipation before, but this time I didn't really think about it. As I was writing this post, I got an email, I checked it and it was feedback from the open house. I guess there were five couples who walked through, and two of the couples were really "interested". I guess we will see if we hear anything back from these people, but guess what, that's right---I don't care. Which is a good thing. I finally understand that it really doesn't matter. People shouldn't stress about things. It's out of my control. Besides, I just finished watching the show Brothers and Sisters and those people have way more to deal with than I do.