feels like 30 seconds.
this has been the one of the most ridiculous stretches of a week and a half. like, ever.
1. we bought a tiny little fixer upper. it's adorably small. and perfect for us.
*don't worry. there's a big 'ol basement under there. a big 'ol creepy basement. to keep... things.
2. buying this house means we are staying in tropical ohio until... forever. or at least until the kids are done with school. which seems like forever. and that has been fun to tell our friends and family. they're all handling the news with happiness and joy. my parents especially. seriously, so ecstatic.
3. about 27 seconds after we put a contract on the house (48 hours after it hit the market), the owners of the house we are renting, also decided to put this house on the market. 5 days later.
insert total freakin' chaos.
i had to have the house MLS ready in a few days. and open house ready a few days after that.
ho-lee-crap.
4. that brings us to mother's day. it was pretty magical. always is. my hubs and i spent the day moving extra furniture out of the house. and i started listing a million things on those facebook online garage sale sites.
we have moved around 84 times with a wide variety of furniture and trinkets because we never knew what the next house would allow or need. it's been great fun. now that we are staying put, we know. we have a lot of shit.
so, for anyone who has ever used those facebook groups, you probably know: people. are. crazy.
i made the mistake (or good decision) to list multiple items at once, causing a buyer's frenzy. people wanted things and NIL (next in line) for things they didn't even know they wanted or needed. because other people were interested. so they swept in like vultures. and i spent the day glued to my phone, like a 13 year old girl, trying to facilitate the messages and comments and go down the line in order. 77 messages and 168 comments later, i sat down on the couch and logged into facebook on my laptop. and this happened:
seems like a blessing. 24 hours without facebook.
it wasn't.
i had scheduled for 6 people to pick up their purchases the next day. through facebook. i didn't know their names. they didn't know my address. i couldn't contact anyone.
so i cried. for like 2 hours.
5. monday was game on for cleaning out the house. and 2 people showed up to pick up their stuff anyway. even though i couldn't contact them. and i'm not exactly sure how they knew where i lived. or if i'd be home. but whatever. and swim practice.
6. tuesday i tackled the kids' rooms. and an inspection at the new house. and went through the list of facebook people again. and sent a million messages. and apologies. and people showed up to get their things. and swim practice. and a track meet.
7. wednesday MLS pictures. and swim practice.
8. thursday relax. nope. house starts to be shown. i go to target. yes, target. and wait for it.
i went to the restroom. because i downed 2 5 cups of coffee trying to get through the morning.
and nothing exciting happened. but i still feel like a rebel.
9. friday 3 showings. and 3 pick ups for facebook sales.
10. saturday swim meet in what might as well have been egypt for one kid. district track meet for the other.
and showing the house.
11. sunday open house. which led to this.
2 "adults", 2 kids, 3 cats and a dog in the car. to drive around for 2 1/2 hours.
15 minutes in, one cat pukes in the crate. i cleaned it up before any catastrophe. pat on the back, stacy. it was gross, but well done. 16 minutes in, he peed. AND pooped. all over both cats in the crate.
have you ever smelled a porta potty? in july? in the desert? that's been there for 14 years?
i think we rode around with one for 2 more hours.
and then i bathed them. it was like bathing linda blair from the exorcist. with claws. and fur.
the end.
-stacy
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