We are at day 52 of our real estate “adventure.” Some days are better than others, but I have concluded that I was ridiculously delusional when I thought, despite the odds, that our house might sell within the first week.

Tacking a “sold” sign over an image of my house just might help create a self-fulfilling prophecy.

The latest industry news isn’t brimming with promise. CoreLogic released its March Home Price Index Tuesday, showing that Huntsville home prices declined by 8.7 percent in March compared to a year ago.

We have already reduced our original selling price by about 3 percent.

So what has it been like having a house on the market for 52 days in a crummy real estate climate? Well, for starters, it has meant:

• 52 days of tireless tidying before going to school and work.
• 52 days of improving our housekeeping habits.
• 52 days of instructing the girls to make their beds.
• 52 days of staring at a picture of my house with a “sold” sign tacked to it (think The Secret).
• 52 days of praying for patience.
• 52 days turning the situation over to God.
• 52 days of trying to take it back.
• 52 days of hoping that there will be a showing (we have had 10).
• 52 days of positive thinking, imagining the “perfect family” walking in and the children running upstairs to pick out their rooms.
• 52 nights of acceptance that our house will be on the market for at least another day…

I remember to be grateful for another day, though. Without it, there wouldn’t be another chance for the right family to find our home.

Fifty-two days is nothing, you say? Granted, everything is relative. Feel free to share your real estate experiences and any tricks you might have to make the process more bearable.

In the meantime, my chin is up (who cares if I have to physically hold it there?) and today might just be the day. If not, there is always lucky #53!