First Showing

One week ago, Ryan and I were sitting on the couch analyzing how we thought our first showing went. That's right. We had our first showing last Monday.

I texted Ryan Monday morning stating, "I'm not cleaning today. Sorry." 

I knew I should have all weekend and talked about it constantly. But with a little boy that just wanted to snuggle due to his croup and yelled, "MOM" whenever I walked away, I didn't have the heart to go clean. So I figured I'd do it Monday.

Well, when Monday rolled around, I simply wasn't interested. And I let Ryan know.

Not even ten minutes after I told Ryan I was protesting cleaning, I got a text message reading, "First showing, 5:00-6:30. More details, click below."

Oh. My. Gosh.

I began to panic.

There was piled up mail on the kitchen table, jackets not hung up, books and laptops not in their usual places - I had my work cut out for me. Now, it was only a little after 11:00, but my mind was racing in a million directions thinking about what needed to get done in order to make the house "picture perfect." I honestly didn't know where to start. I even said out loud to myself, "Beth, calm down. Start in one room and work your way around." I had to do the basics: vacuum, Swiffer the hardwood, pick everything up. etc. But then I had to fold and put away all of the laundry that I had done over the weekend (6 loads), do one more load of towels that were out (no one is interested in visiting your house and seeing your shower towels drying over the shower curtain), make the bed, clean the toilets, the bathrooms...oh my goodness.

I fed Dean lunch quickly and decided that I had zero time to sit down and eat. Time was valuable at this point, and I got to work.

Honestly, I don't know how I got so lucky, but Dean was amazing. He played in his pack n' play without much complaining, jumped in his jumper, and took a decent nap so that I could fold all of the laundry. I thought that I had all of the time in the world at 11:00. But when it was 3:30 and I still had to vacuum, Swiffer the floors, etc. I began to panic.

At 4:45 I was Swiffering the downstairs as fast as I could and saying, out loud, "Please don't come early! Please don't come early!" I had just enough time to finish Swiffering, get the dog and Dean, get the laundry basket full of stuff I'd thrown in that I didn't have time to deal with (shout out to Jamie for that tip!), get in the car and go.

That's right. I had to take Dean and our dog with me on this fun hour and a half adventure we were about to have. I was out the door with everything and everyone at 4:53, sweating, hungry, and red faced.

So now what? What do you do for an hour and a half with a dog and one year old? Well, we first drove across town to Mason to get a Kidd Coffee - a well deserved treat for all of my hard work - as I knew that would eat up a good chunk of time. Then we came back to the neighborhood and I parked across the street at the park. Ryan met us there when he got off of work.

Now, going to the park is 100% the best place to spy on who is looking at our house. I got back home around 5:50 and no one was there. When Ryan got there at 6:00 - they were there! We tried really hard not to pace back in forth in front of the house, but we would check periodically to see if they were gone or not.

They left at 6:40 and we began our speculations. When are we going to hear anything? Do you think they liked it? How could they not!? Is Carolyn going to call us? We spent the rest of the night laying on the couch in an excited frenzy.

On Tuesday morning I texted Ryan and said, "Anything!?" He answered, "Just emailed you."

Perfect.

Not.

We got feedback from the couple's realtor - they basically hated it. The price was too high. They liked the laundry room on the second floor and vaulted ceiling in the master bedroom, but thought the rest was outdated. I'm sorry. OUTDATED!? This must be some type of a sick joke. Our house wasn't built in the 1800s, it was built in 2002. How "outdated" could our house be exactly? You mean the year old hardwood floors throughout the house, the year old carpet, the year old stainless steal appliances, the newly renovated bathroom on the first floor, the entire house that has been painted?

I instantly called Ryan and said something along the lines of, "Are they serious!? What idiots! They obviously didn't do their homework! What do they mean it's OUTDATED. Did they even look at the house?! I'm so offended!"

That's right. I took this 100% personally. But how can you not? I know I shouldn't, but that's so much easier said than done. I know that we only need one person to love it, but it's difficult to not take something personally when you've put a lot of time and effort into it, and that holds so many memories for you.

So now we wait - again. I'm planning on cleaning tomorrow, so I'm sure no one will want to see it then. I was positive they would want to today when we had a day full of plans. Thank goodness I got lucky on that one!

Here's to keeping a positive attitude and to being happy that we have a few more weeks at home. Because really, I am.

xoxo,
Beth