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June 21 We don't live here anymoreOur house has been on the market for nearly three months now, and the most irritating part is that it has to be in tip-top ready-to-show condition at all times. By nature we are not make-the-bed and wash-dishes-instantly kind of people, so this has been a bit taxing. Up until about a week ago, agent's were following directions and giving us about an hour notice before bringing people to see the house. This was fine. In an hour, I can work all kinds of magic. Then last week, I was awakened by a phone call stating I had 25 minutes to get up and out. We had come home from California the day before, so our luggage was still half-unpacked in the hallway. It was a frantic 25 minutes as I struggled to get dressed, make the bed, clean up the suitcases...only to have the agent show up early while I was in the middle of trying to tame my crazy hair. Nice. Then this week, I received an apologetic phone call stating there is an agent in my neighborhood RIGHT NOW who wants to come show the house. Ahhh!! Luckily, I had been preparing to leave, so I was able to rush out of here within 3 minutes with everything all bright and shiny and ready to SELL SELL SELL. Then, two nights ago, I was sitting at home, watching TV and waiting for a friend to come over when there was a knock on the door. It was 7:30, over an hour past understood home-showing hours, but despite that an agent stood outside my door with a family asking if they could see the house. Since we REALLY want to sell and hate to turn any prospective buyers away, I swallowed my irritation and asked for a minute to get my stuff together so I could get out of their way. I ran around turning on lights and putting things away and then went out and sat in my driveway while strangers came in and appraised my house. It would be so much easier to leave our house in nice, neat condition and go stay somewhere else. It's too much pressure! Plus, every time I go to take a shower, I'm paranoid that I'm going to not hear my phone ring and I'll step out of the shower to find people in my house. It's not your home anymore if it's not safe to be naked. That's what I say. TrackbacksThe trackback URL for this entry is: http://monkeycubs.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!960EDBFF8185AB6!1498.trak Weblogs that reference this entry
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