Whatever

I have so many more important things to write about, not the least of which is the passing of my pooch, but alas, I'm going to bitch about today's showing. They showed up 35 minutes early for a 2:30-4:30 showing (the larger block of time usually means that they're seeing more than one or two houses) -- so not only were we the first on their list for the afternoon (which means we were probably the "least"), but they graced us early. I'm guessing that the realtor was not very experienced, or just silly. When looking at houses, we've always gone on to the next house if we could see that someone was still home (especially if we happened to get there early), and come back later.

I was just loading the dogs in the car, and had planned a final walk-through (which would have included putting the laundry basket of clean clothes into the car instead of the closet, would have caught the cereal bowl of mushy flakes that had been smeared on the desk in the office while I was vacuuming in another room, would have found the clothes that had been thrown on the boys' bedroom floor in a last minute clothes change, would have put a new roll of toilet paper on the holder in the master bath, and would have hidden away the ant trap that was resting so nicely beside the recycling can in the kitchen -- don't ask what I was doing the rest of the morning that I wasn't able to get to those things before anyone arrived). And never mind the fact that I didn't get to clean the kennel before anyone came. Hopefully, they were suitably horrified by the congealing cereal and dirty laundry and decided not to take a close look at the outdoors. Or maybe they were frightened enough of my crazy, un-showered self trying to load my three monkeys into the car that they decided against the house before they even went in.

Whatever, whatever, whatever.

So, we have a showing tomorrow, and an open house on Sunday. And we have another person who has yet to see it, but is interested. He mainly wants to rent, and to buy in a year (he's a student), but who knows, it could work out.

I LOVE selling my house! I LOVE selling my house! I do, I really, really do.