Deja Vu

Here we are again, three years gone by, waiting on a phone call to see if this can all be over now. People came and saw the house yesterday, and now I wait. They were here for two plus hours, one of those spent wandering around in my woods, and now I am waiting to see what judgment they will pass on this house that I have loved so well and hated so deeply for the past six years. Three years without an offer. I cannot believe that my home is so unwanted, but there you have it. Also, they have repeatedly asked how fast we can be out....ok, so tease me, and then tease me some more. I do not think it is too much to ask to want to wake up next to my husband EVERY morning, not just 4 mornings a week. I do not think it is too much for my children to ask to be involved in school activities without having the entire horde have to attend. I want to cook dinner for my hubs again EVERY night, and have a martini waiting for him when he gets home. I want to look at bills piling up and have the choice to pick up a job to make them go away. I want with every fiber of my being for my phone to ring RIGHT NOW and release me. I want to have to rush to pack up my life and go live in a tiny apartment. REALLY I DO.