Another Freaking Idiot

I've been sick.  I still feel like crap. But the house is moving along super-fast, in fact, if the buyer had her way, we'd be closing this coming week.  This isn't Burger King; she can't have it her way, we're still closing the day before Easter.  Because I've been sick, and Holly's been tired, we haven't kept the house in show-at-any-minute condition.  Today Sara and I stayed home from Church, we played puzzles and made a general disaster of the living room. This afternoon, Holly and Sara were upstairs asleep, Nora and I were downstairs. She was watching TV; I was lying on the couch, wearing a pair of sweats that are missing the drawstring and require effort to keep near my hips.  So, of course, the doorbell rings.  Nora gasps, I leap up and answer it and what do I see when I open the door? A realtor.  Now, prior to the house having sold, I was polite-ish, I let them in and I waited until they were gone to curse. At this point, however, I've given up on nice.  When the moron realtor said, "I thought the house was vacant," I responded, "It's very not vacant." "Well, can we show the house anyway?" "No. We're under contract and we're closing in a week and a half." Then he comes up with one of my favorite statements of this whole process: "Oh, I wondered why I couldn't find it on the MLS." Well, DUH, MORON!!! If it's not on the MLS, did you stop to think it might not be for sale! I will be so glad when we hand over the keys and I can put behind me this whole exercise in plumbing the depths of stupidity that is dealing with real estate agents who can't read or think. I understand that selling real estate isn't rocket science, and Serena, our realtor, has been absolutely fantastic, but holy geewillikers we have had some abso-freaking-lutely STUPID people come show our house. The listing specifically said, Call first and do NOT show between 2pm and 4pm.  Most people were cool about it, but sure enough, people showed up unannounced, on Sundays, between 2 and 4.  There is clearly furniture in the pictures accompanying the listing, the computer is ON in one shot, but every time I opened the door to a realtor, he looked shocked that there were people living in a vacant home. Did they ever stop to think, "Why would you call ahead to a vacant house? Why couldn't you show a vacant house between 2 and 4? This house must not be vacant!" Nope. If I had a dollar for every idiot who couldn't read an MLS sheet and didn't call ahead or realize that we still lived here, I'd have... well, enough to take the girls out for ice cream.  Maybe I expect too much from people.  Maybe expecting that they will be able to do the things that my 4 year old is figuring out (reading) is too high a bar to set.  No, I've just been privileged (punished?) to meet some absolutely asinine people. The next two weeks will bring a lot of stress and emotions. Relief to finally be done with realtors is one that I am looking forward to having.

Sam is DEATHLY ill...

And he must not be faking because he willingly got this...

after spending 3 hours in Urgent Care last night.

The girls have no sympathy.

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Alive and Well?

I had a dream last night that I was going to see Samuel. Just as I was about to arrive, a woman approached me and asked what I was doing. I told her I wanted to see my son. She made a comment, and then told me that Samuel had died. I saw his body lying on a table, but it was what he looked like when he was 14. I screamed (literally) and woke up. I also woke Bud up from my screaming (sorry). SJ, are you all right?