1745 grumpy home owner seeks legit offer.

Saucy Scale: 4

I should’ve gone back to re-read my last entry.   I know I wrote something about needing to clean my house (again) and was expressing my crabbiness about needing to refuse a realtor showing of my house due to filth.  I know I was chastised for my decision to refuse that showing.

Yeah, I know.  I get it.  If you’d like to come clean my house, feel free.  I stand by my decision to refuse that day’s showing.  I was standing by a decision that TBU and I have made regarding keeping up the house (as much as possible) on a regular basis.  I will NOT be cleaning to the point where I make myself puke again.  That was a stupid waste of my already drained personal resources.

If we don’t stick to it and keep the place within a manageable degree of "pick-up", then I will refuse future appointments as well.

Bite me.

Ok, sorry.  I’m not mad at you.  I’m mad at these scumbags who keep coming to walk-thru my freshly scrubbed home…only to leave black footprints and scuffmarks on all my white tile f*cking floors.  I am so sick and tired of mopping my floors as I walk backward out of my kitchen into the garage before each showing.

I’m starting to lose count as to how many different realtors/clients have walked thru the place.  I do know that I am  *this* close to buying a floormat from the Signals catalog which cheerfully requests that they "Remove thy shoes".

Either that or I might be forced to do some research from Martha Stewart about some shoe booties she featured once.

Just take off your shoes, you dirty animals. 

We did have some repeat visitors over the weekend.  I won’t go into the gruesome details, but the occupants of our home were rather inconvenienced yesterday to make the place both tidy and available for a 2nd showing at 6pm on a Sunday night. 

To thank us, they left both black footprints from their workboots and an insultingly ridiculous low-ball bullcrap they thought was a fair offer.  Again…bite me.

Someone else has already been for a walk-thru this morning.  So, I know the interest in our place hasn’t dried up.

Dry Lady is scheduled to clean this Wednesday morning.  There’s no chance in hell I’m cancelling on her again.  I’ve learned my lesson.  Since the place is already pretty darn tidy, she can do some serious deep cleaning.  I know she’s never seen the place this uncluttered.  She’ll be struck speechless.  Or that could just be her lack of command of the English language.  Whatever.  Just get those scuffmarks off my tile.

I even dreamed about being home for a showing.  The folks viewing our place were Barak & Michelle Obama.  While they were sitting at our kitchen table discussing paperwork, a huge squadron of ants started pouring out of the floorboards at their feet.  Goodness.

Today I took my outdoor summer plants to the curb (tonight we put out the garbage) and made a little investment in some nice mums.  I think I need 1 or 2 more of them, to help our front porch & curb appeal.  Just getting rid of the flowerless geraniums and the increasingly pathetic pot of impatiens has helped already.

I also indulged a long-standing pregnancy food craving.  I ate a whole can of German Potato Salad for lunch.  (Can you even imagine the soldium content of that?)  I picked up an extra can…just in case I have a repeat craving.

Last week it was creamed spinach from Boston Market.  And all kinds of comfort food…mac & cheese, hearty soup, casseroles.

This afternoon I got off my duff and started a pot of chili.  By the time the boys and I head off to napland, dinner will practically be done!

Next time I come back, I can be all catty and do a 20th high school reunion recap.  Good Times.

Somebody, buy my house…please.

Alrighty…nap time is calling me.  Hopefully the boys will comply.  God help them is they don’t.  I’m in no mood for it.