I am so fucking wound up (pardon my french) and anxious I've got nerves in the pit of my tummy that won't go away. Aaarrgghh!!! It's the house sale - the auction is tomorrow and I'm convinced it's not going to sell, I'm paranoid as all hell and really anxious. It's awful! Could hardly sleep last night. I really really really need to chill out.
Is this normal fear when selling a house? I don't know I've never sold one before. We've had loads of people through and a decent number of 'registrations' of interest but registration doesn't mean bidder and for some reason I've just convinced myself no-one will want it and we'll have to make other plans.
I'm sure this feeling of dread is exacerbated by the fact that from next Wed movers will be here packing up our house and from Friday we are gone and on to the next chapter. The whole thing is coming to a head and I have to keep myself calm. Calm. Calm.
All that cold hard reality and no escape. That's why wine is so appealing. It dulls, takes the edge off, smooths out, eases. Well not for this mama. This wound up, anxious, nervous, tired, stressed out mama is doing it sober and it's hard. It's HARD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Breath in. Breath out. Slowly. Breath in. Breath out. Everything's going to be alright. Light your bloody scented candle and chill out.
Love, Mrs D xxx