Ahhhh, selling one's home...what a lousy, annoying pain in the ass adventure it is. Today, which is a Saturday, we have managed to have 2 couples (and two agents) wander through our house and I actually put on one of my nicer faces to them, rather than the one that I actually feel: Annoyed, irritated, depressed, aggravated. I hate doing this. I really hate it. But I am doing it anyway. And tomorrow, another group is passing through. I wish this would just go away. I find it to be so inordinately inconvenient I want to scream. But again, I am doing it, no matter how aggravated the whole process makes me feel.

Yesterday we looked at some apartments in the Bronx. Now that was somethiing that could have thrown me into a serious depression! They were awful, except for the last one - a gorgeous two bedroom place that was open and airy. The only problem was that it was simply too much money, and in our quest to downsize and actually save money, this was not the place for us.  The other two were such disasters the work that would have to go into them would have been too much. So now back to the drawing board.

So why do I hate this process? It's simple. Real estate agents are rude. They are always late, but don't call to say that they will be, and when they do finally arrive they have an attitude - like I am supposed to cow tow to their wishes. I cow tow to noone. DD is good though - he sets limits and boundaries with people and doesn't put up with their crap at all. A good thing, although I am sure that most of the real estate agents around here can't stand him. Oh well. Not our problem.

But, we are selling...and so we continue with this process...one that used to invigorate me, but now only serves to make me pissed off like hell.