That's the best way I know to describe it at the moment. Over the last couple weeks, a lot of stuff has been leaving this house. Just this week: the "park stroller," the one Genna calls "my stroller", the green chest from the girls' room that we used for the sheets & blankets for the full-sized bed, some outdoor lighting, and the little Step 2 outdoor playhouse that Shanan potty-trained in. She took her potty in that little house, & she figured out the whole pooping in the potty bit. That was seven and a half years ago. Man, how time flies.
We've also had two garage sales, took a truckload of stuff to CCA, and sold a bunch more stuff on Craigslist -- the crib that we bought when I was pregnant with Shanan, Steve's desk that he brought into the marriage, CD tower, the little red Radio Flyer wagon, the cat--Sunflower, the cockatiel--Lucy, the chickens--gave them to the Jones'. And there's definitely more, I'm just drawing a blank. Oh yeah, there's the Little Tykes dollhouse, too.
And just last night, Steve was working on getting a document prepared with pics & descriptions of all of our furniture to sell once the house is under contract. And the realtor came & walked through the house for round 2, telling us what else remains to be done & preparing us for the harsh reality of what it will look like when our house goes on the market. Yikes!!!! The part where the house needs to look like a model home & not actually someone's current residence is intimidating. Especially since we have 4 kids, one a newborn & one that's two and a half. But...Philippians 4:13 says that I can do all things through Jesus Christ who strengthens me, so I'm going to hold on to that promise. This is just for a season, right? And it is a season that we are trusting God for. He knows our circumstances, and we trust that he will bring us the right buyer at the right time. He has been lining up details already, so why would he stop now??