On Wednesday somebody came to see our house. He even set up an appointment to come back and see it with his wife, this morning. So, this morning, I went into full Bree mode. If you don't know this about me, I can be somewhat compulsive. For example, as a young teenager, I washed my hands rather compulsively until I needed to use a "special soap", or the time I needed oral surgery because I scrubbed my teeth too hard. Just a couple of examples. You've heard us talk about "one tracking" right? Well, literally some of us in this family one track. I have mellowed a lot. Scott has been good for me in that respect. Well, Scott and 4 kids I guess. Although, I do still wear flip flops in public showers/locker rooms. (Even at Lifetime) But I digress.
So, I was cleaning. Hope was screaming and fussing and wanting my attention. I was sweating. I was trying to pick up and get out of this house. Really I didn't need to clean much, but a certain somebody peed in the community bed, so I had to change sheets and Fabreeze the mattress and comforter, until I could wash it that is. (it's washed now) Plus, I had to vacuum Hope and I out of the house. :) okay so I think I'm done doing that too. So, I was busy getting stuff done. I would say I was even a little stressed, what with Hope screaming and the fact I really didn't know when these people were coming and all. So, by 9:15 I'm out of the house, headed for Target and then the gym.
At 11:45, I finish up at the gym, thinking that "Friday morning" is over and it's safe to return to my house. My phone is in the locker room beeping. Oh great. Well, the guy and his wife didn't come after all, they want to re-schedule. All that cleaning for nothing. Really for nothing because the darn bathrooms were already clean. I 'm going to give Bree the weekend off, maybe even the month off. I might even put Mr. Pee Body back into his own bed, AND I showered in my own bathroom, just because I can. Darn it all, I just didn't want to mess up the caulking I did earlier this week. Oh well, it's already been defiled, and it's just fine.
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that stinks! i'm sorry they flaked! i want them to come back though!!! i'm sorry missy girl was fussing. wish i could've been there to hold her. in another room - wink wink (so she would've been happier.
That is the pits! I hope it sells fast. It's so uncomfortable because you never know when somebody's coming, and usually there isn't much notice. You deserve a break this weekend.
Getting the house ready to show and then not having them come is the WORST!! They'll come back, I have a good feeling about it.
oh man do I ever feel your pain. Our house was for sale when Libby was 5 weeks old, and again now...and she has a MELTDOWN everytime I have to get ready to show it. I am a sweaty mess, she is screaming, and I'm a stress case by the time it's ready to show. It's THE WORST!!!
They'll come back...they'll come back...they'll come back.
Give bree a break:)
I feel your pain! By the end of our house selling we had the cleaning ladies coming twice a week because i couldn't do it any more.
Hope you get the house you want!
I'm sorry heather! Showing a house is the worst in that respect--so much cleaning and randomness and stress. I hope it sells soon--I'll cross my fingers for you. And give Bree a break!!
I remember well the Cetaphil for hand washing and the oral surgeon
replacing your gums. I still think you have a good idea only using part of the house so you only have to clean part.
ARGHHH!! Makes you want to kick some butt and regulate on those real estate lookers -- so annoying! Glad the house is nice and clean now though. The problem is always keeping it that way.
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