The plan was to enjoy a cup of coffee with the other moms at Java Mama’s, while the kids play. I was trying to get the house straightened up this morning so I could go. I was just beat last night and did not feel like cleaning at 11:00 p.m. While I was trying to get ready, they called to say they want to see the house…AGAIN. While I was trying to finish getting things together, Allie pulled EVERYTHING out of her closet and dumped all the organized baskets onto the floor. I just sat there in her closet and cried. (PMS anyone?) I know she is two and does not mean to do anything except, “HELPING.” Her way of helping is not…well, helpful. I do not know how much more of this I can take. It is going to be the death of me.
It is so intrusive to have people come through here and I am so sick, sick, sick and effing tired of having people through the house daily (sometimes 3-4 times a day). On Saturday, after we had two showings, I noticed a bunch of spots on the carpet where someone tracked crap in. Now I have to spot clean that too. I am tired of getting “almost” offers. I am tired of real estate people. I am tired of worrying about the housing market. I just want to leave the house to go to the grocery store without having to pick up toys and wipe everything down before we go. I am tired of being tied to this effing house.
I am so annoyed, frustrated, and fed up. I think I want to pull the house off the market. I just cannot handle it anymore. Or, maybe, just maybe, its the hormones talking.