Bree

I am officially disgusted with this whole house selling crap. I knew it would be a pain and take time...but really, people are now just simply annoying the heck out of me.

Maybe I should never read the comments on the Centralized Showing reports...they just make me want to smack people in the head.

Now, I do count us lucky that people generally don't have anything to complain about with our house...so they must invent things......

Yesterdays viewer left the comment that "there was not enough access to the dining room". Now I find this rather interesting since the dining room is right off the kitchen AND formal living room. There are two entrances...one of them is 5 feet wide. Now, I'm not sure what sort of access these people wanted..unless they have elephants or fifty dinner guests at a time using alternate ways to get in.

Another intriguing comment was "didn't like that the toilet was located in the master bathroom"

Ah, well..where exactly would one put a toilet? Next to the bed? In the closet? behind the dresser? Aren't master bathrooms made for such things...namely toilets?

Oh, I liked this one too..."was distressed to see a power line pole" Now, please understand that the post in question is not one of those horrible cancer causing electrical towers..it is a wee old wire post..more than 200 feet away...covered in the middle of a forest....that I personally cannot see unless I hurl myself in the air off a trampoline while using binoculars.

And I do so enjoy "did not like paint color choice in bedroom" Can these people not wield a paint brush on their own? I did not choose cotton candy pink for their personal enjoyment, I chose it for my daughter...who is quite happy with it. If people think I'm going to paint my entire house in magnolia..only to be stuck with it if it never sells..they are truly idiots.

I do get a lot of "lovely, large kitchen"...except for one lady...who thought the kitchen size was "almost too big" What does THAT mean?

Sometimes I'll see comments like "not enough land" or "too much land"....."beautiful garden" or "too much garden". Do these people not read the summary or look at the multiple pictures on the multiple listing service before they waste my time with useless appointments?

There is really nothing worse then someone INSISTING that they simply MUST see your home in an hour...only to stay 5 minutes while you are still suffering from Windex inhalation.. while your back is aching from dragging the Godzilla vacuum up and down the steps at record speed.. while you've had to herd 3 children and two dogs into a hot stuffy car at 100 degrees...(and by the time the car air cools it down...the people have left)

I'm over halfway through the summer and NOT enjoying it. I dare not leave a crumb on the counter, cook a roast, or have a party...coz if I do..I KNOW those potential buyers will be calling in. They are an evil breed.

Maybe I'm too nice. If I view a home I find something pleasant to say...even if the home is not for me. I don't expect to wake sellers up at 8am so I can stomp through their house on the weekend at daybreak...I don't leave poo in their toilet (they really have done that)...I call well ahead to view at their convenience. But these people I get? Idiots.

Don't know how much more I can take before I grab that for sale sign and beat a few viewers cars with it.


Bree

With everything going on around the house I have been terribly absent from my blog. My children have reprimanded me enough to make me feel quite guilty actually. Thus, here I am...among piles of homeschooling books, bills, house viewing pamphlets, budgets, and some random cookie crumbs.


Sadly though, it is a week of mourning. Both of my daughters' fish died. I'd like to say it was because of old age...but unfortunately, it was murder....no...wait... "accidental death"


Now one would think that I would know by now just how many ounces are in one gallon...but I carelessly blurted "64" instead of "128". (A terrible blunder..being that hubby was dispensing some new concoction to clean the fish tanks at 1 teaspoon per gallon) In my defense however, I did immediately say..."but I'm not sure on that...do you want me to look it up dearest?" He said "No" (Much too trusting I say)


Thus the little habitats were cleaned and doused with a double dose of chemical...and sadly when dear Fin and Lily returned to their homes they were dead within the hour.


A terrible, piercing scream echoed from the upstairs hall where I was certain that my 9 year old had broken her arm...or perhaps had seen a spider. My heart caught in my throat as I flew out of my office yelling for my husband. But it was he that came from the hallway carrying one of the fish tanks with my daughter tearfully trailing after. He just shook his head and said it must have been the chemicals.


For five hours my 9 year old wailed. It was awful. It was her first experience with grief...with the first pet of her own. Her fish was gone. At night she read stories to it, in the morning she fed it and talked to it...she even played some strange form of hide and go seek with it. Her Lily was indeed her friend.


My second daughter was coming back from a lake trip...all bright eyed and spilling with news...until she too...found out about her fish. Her fish Fin, that had been a constant in her room for 2 years...through happy times and sad times. Her dresser looked horribly empty.


We decided on a backyard burial. (My youngest thought that the old toilet flush was too cruel) Still, the idea of the fish not being in water upset her...thus we came up with an amber tinted glass vitamin jar. We filled it with water and the fish. At sunset we all buried Fin and Lily's jar under the apricot rose bush out back. We even made a headstone with a smooth small rock. Of course we all had to say a few parting words. I'm sure it might have looked a bit silly...but seeing my daughter's tears...I know that it really meant a lot.


Today there are 2 small flower petals on the little grave. It makes me sad to know that this is only a taste of the grief that will come with life and death in the years to come. Still, it opened up communications about letting go and the afterlife. I guess it's all just the beginning of one of life's lessons. RIP Fin and Lily.