I look like a homeless person in need of shelter.
I got a call three hours ago, asking if the couple from Saturday could see our house a second time.
Sure. No problem. Let me just drop everything, leave work, and get right on that.
So I make it home with an hour to spare.
I vacuum. I dust. I put away laundry. I run the dishwasher.
With 15 minutes left, I decide I could scrub the hardwoods. That was, until the doorbell rang.
The seller's agent was early. And she wanted in. Now.
Okey dokey then.
So I pack up all the baked goods I had leftover from the Memorial Day weekend and toss it in a box. I grab the mail. Then I leash the dog.
And we are all now parked at a local beachfront park. Waiting.
I'm sure anyone looking at me in the mom-mobile thinks all my worldly possessions are crammed in the backseat.
I could take Dog2Amara for a walk while we're here. But I'm rather enjoying the chocolate chip cookies I've brought along.
I hope these people make an offer soon.
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4 comments:
good luck!!!! So exciting!!!
I remember driving around with dog and cat in the car in the summer heat - and finally parking at a local mall, so I could spend an hour reading "O" magazine.
And oh yeah, I remember reeking of toxic cleaning products - as I raced to do a quick floor scrub too before the potential buyers came.
I hated those days.
My sympathies.
I've never been in your shoes. Wishing you all the best ... a acceptable offer soon.
Here's to a little unplanned down time. And keeping my fingers crossed for you!!!
BTW - when we moved in to our house in 1998 (our first) we swore that we would NEVER MOVE AGAIN. ;-)
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