Our house went on the market late last week.

Tonight we accepted a good offer. It's conditional, so we'll be sitting tight for the next 10 days, hoping everything goes through fine, but still. Yay!

We decided to sell it ourselves, because paying real estate agents thousands of dollars sucks ass.

We spent the Easter break hosting three open homes. Well, my wife did. She did a splendid job acting as a real estate person. My job was to take the kids and keep them away from the place until potential buyers had left. I think she was scared that I would follow people around shouting “Show me the money! Show meeeee the moneeeey!”.

Which is unprofessional, apparently.

I had a great time entertaining the girls, taking them to the library and parks and on drives. It made me realize that the last six months spent spending each spare moment getting the house tidied up ready for sale had been less time devoted to them.

It's been a stressful period for D-Missus and me.

But, hopefully, it's about to pay off.

And if it does, then we then go house sitting for several months and won't have to worry about gardening and crappy house things like that.

And I'll especially look forward to not looking forward to getting to work on a Monday morning, just to escape a weekend spent sanding and painting and cleaning and crap like that.

Because that's Insanity.