Exhaustion Sets In

Last week I spent 3 whirlwind days in Alabama looking at houses. Frank came along some of the time, but he also had to go into work. Those 3 days were exhausting. I spent 2 of the days with an agent and must have looked at 12-15 homes. Only a couple were on our list of possibilities, and we finally made an offer on one that we are still negotiating. 

Just before we left we signed a listing agreement for our house in Michigan. It didn't go into the MLS until today because I wanted to be home when the photographer came. In the meantime, we had 5 showings before it even went in the MLS!!  So as soon as we got back from our trip, I had to ready the house for 3 showings less than 24 hours later. Then host a birthday party the next day for my daughter, niece and nephew that I already had postponed once. By the time Memorial Day got here, I was spent. 

Yesterday was no less of a busy day: photographer, agents from the listing agency came to walk through, and my normal everyday routine stuff. 

Today, I am not able to form a coherent sentence. Or if I am, it's usually something nagging like, "Don't splash the mirror when you wash your hands" or "Please make sure you put ALL your dirty clothes in the hamper". Blah, blah, blah. 

My kids are going to have all the skills to grow up and be real estate agents. Or at least be skilled in buying and selling homes. 

I realized today that when we are selling our home, I like it to look like it's "lived in" but that we don't actually "live there". I know, it doesn't make sense. But it does. I want it to look warm and cozy where someone would want to live with their family, but I don't want them to really think about the fact that we live there now. I want the kitchen to look untouched, the floors to have perfect vacuum marks and no footprints. No sign of sleeping in our beds. Ever. 

Yes, I am at the point of irrational exhaustion. And it's completely normal for me. Nothing anyone says will change my ways. I think my agent thinks I am a little crazy because almost every time she calls I am vacuuming. 

It's an obsession now. Until we get an offer. Then I will have this giant weight off me. And we can "live" in our house for the last few weeks we will have. 

In the meantime, my kids know the routine. They know mom is high on demands, low on patience. 

And when there is a showing around dinner time, they know mom will opt for taking them out to dinner so that the kitchen will appear to never be used. 

And there's a good chance, they'll even get ice cream after. :)

I am going to sleep now. So I can wake up refreshed, to prep the house for another showing tomorrow!!

Good night, all!!