The realtor called me at noon saying they had a showing today at 4... I laughed really hard and said yes. The only time I said no was when we were in the hospital with Bear (and I'm pretty sure that person bought the house that was our closest competition.) I texted my best friend with an short text, "Come get Bear asap". I told her it was for a showing but she didn't get that text. She left the middle of the grocery store and came up. I felt awful, but not too awful. I needed help in a serious way. She watched the kids for a bit and fed the girls lunch. After lunch she took Bear to her house so I could clean.
I almost had a breakdown. Seriously. Our vacuum cleaner came tumbling down and almost landed on my head. It then broke and was unable to finish vacuuming. The rest of the upstairs was acceptable but the closets are a mess. Downstairs is a whole other story. I was shoving crap everywhere. I forgot to wipe off a counter and there were crumbs all over it. I ran out of time and couldn't mop. No dusting. I couldn't get the for sale sign in the ground. It was just laying in the grass. Our bedroom was a disaster and I'm pretty sure the people looking at it were outside our house watching me try to bring the dogs out, with the girls, I had my arms full of blankets, and tins, and crap.
Dear God... please help us sell our house. Please find us a buyer. We need to move. Honey needs to go to another school and before we were told she needed a different school we were much more relaxed about moving. Now it needs to happen.
Plus the house we want to put an offer on, just had a price reduction and I know it will get an offer soon.
On a totally separate note if you see my kids real names in a blog post please leave a comment telling me. I have slipped a bunch lately and I have a feeling if it hasn't happened already it will soon.
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