Our house is for sale...that's right it is STILL for sale. We did end up switching Realtors several months back and we have gotten a few nibbles since then but no big bites yet (fingers crossed that one comes soon). We got the call last week that someone wanted to come see our house on Sunday at 1:00. We were of course thrilled to get another visit but it's very hard to keep your house in showing condition when you and your spouse work full time, have two children, and are involved in a million other things. So, we spent the entire week getting organized and cleaning up but just planned for a big cleaning fest on Saturday.
Saturday morning rolled around and we did spend the morning cleaning but we were in no hurry. So, at 11:00 on Saturday the doorbell rings. Dan goes to the door in time to see a Realtor trying to get into the key box. He opens the door and the Realtor says that she and this couple are here for a showing. Dan quickly apologizes and asks them if they could give us 10 minutes because we were told that the showing was to take place on SUNDAY at 1:00. The Realtor tells us that she is going to take them to another house and then come back.
Now let me set the scene for you a bit. When the doorbell rings, the children are running around the house like the wild children that they are. I am standing at the stove where I have just started cooking Hamburger Helper for lunch. We are in the process of decorating so the living room looks like Christmas has just vomited there...plastic bins out, decorations littering the floor, nothing has been vacuumed in at least a week and everyone of us is still in our pajamas.
So Dan closed the door and looks at me and I yell "just hide stuff!". So Dan, Brynn and I spend the next 10 minutes literally running around the house like crazy people just shoving stuff in cabinets and under the couch, vacuuming, throwing the hamburger helper (pan and all) into the fridge, etc. Colton thinks this looks like great fun so he just begins running around in circles because everyone else is running. The dog can not understand what the excitement is about so she is just running around barking and the cat is hiding in our bedroom looking terrified. We did the best we could (the results were actually not to shabby) and then toss the kids in the car (yes we are all still in pajamas) and get out of there so that they can do the showing.
So following that bit of excitement, Dan calls our realtor and explains what happened and to verify that this was the showing that was actually supposed to happen 26 hours later. The realtor told us that she has no notice of any other showings so we just laugh it off and say it was all a big miscommunication and it's in God's hands anyway. Moving forward to Sunday...
Saturday night Dan went to a bachelor party so I was on my own Sunday morning. I knew it was going to be a bit crazy because I needed to get ready to attend a funeral, get the kids ready for church, get Brynn packed for a day of Nutcracker rehearsal and drop the kids off in Felton where Dan was meeting us. I was pretty organized so I was in great shape. However, 20 minutes prior to leaving, I realized my keys are missing. So I spend the next 30 minutes (which would have been spent straightening up) frantically tearing the house apart (aka: making things look worse in the house) looking for my keys. I finally find them (at which point I am running late) so I toss the kids in the car and literally run out of the door. BTW: Colton had hidden my keys in his favorite hiding spot deep inside the kitchen cabinet.
After a very long day of funeral, church, Nutcracker rehearsal we get home to find a realtor's card on the table. This means that they have shown the house!!!! OMG...I quickly run around the house to see what they saw. Let me mention a few of my favorite things here...the dirty pan from this morning's scrambled eggs, was sitting on the stove, dirty dishes in the sing, this morning's dirty jammies on the steps, little tiny shoes haphazardly lining my upstairs hallway, the dog chilling in the playroom along with the pile of laundry that came out the dryer that I did not have time to fold, laundry room door hanging open, totally disheveled bed completed with blanket half on the floor thanks to the kids jumping on it in the morning, a pile of folded laundry on the chair in my bedroom, curling iron and make-up hanging out on the counter in my bedroom, etc., etc., etc!!!
Do you know that feeling when you just can't believe that something just happened and you desperately hope that you are dreaming? That's exactly what we felt! Can you imagine what those people must have thought when they were looking at the house?!!!
I'm guessing that we did not make these sales. Someday this will be funny...
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