Life of First-Time Home Seller

I’m not so sure what to expect. I know I have to keep the house presentable. Leave when someone come to see it.

But apparently I’m a spaz.

Got a message from my realtor someone wanted to come in 15–20 minutes. I was in a middle of a lot of things–laundry, getting a load ready for goodwill, figuring who may want the last of Oat’s clothes.

I kind of freaked out. I scurried downstair to the “Elephant Chair” where the pile of Goodwill stuff was. I looked out the window to see 2 cars parked in front of my house.

OMG!!! Grab the pile dump into my den. Run upstairs grab my bag and my phone. Look for dirty dishes from breakfast on my desk. Run into the kitchen put breakfast dishes in the dish washer. My lunch in was wait to be microwaved. . . . I’m sweating now . . . not sure if it is from running around or hot flash brought on by stress. I put my phone down to put my lunch in the refrigerator but . . . WAIT! I have my dried clothes in sitting in the hallway. Crap! move the clothes into the downstairs bedroom on the side. . . hoping they don’t see it. SWEATING!!!! Lock the door. Wait! Are they leaving?

Drive off. I’m going to text my realtor that I left the house. WHERE’S MY PHONE???? Oh know. How do I tell anyone I left my house. I’ll go to the library. Awww crap. Just go to Starbucks and sit and relax. Oh wait, I need shoes and DSW is in the same mall as Starbucks.



Lunch soothed my freaked out mind–should have just had ice cream

Three pairs of shoes (I was freaked out) and Shaken Black Ice Tea with lemonade later I make my way home. They should be gone by then.

I walk up the stair to my bedroom to look for my phone to see 3 pairs a bra left out to dry. A closet wide open with a pile of clothes on the chest. My heart drops. Ugh!

I win the SPAZ award for the day. Hope they enjoyed my spastic-ness for giving me 15 minutes to pull it together.


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