The real estate agent just left, and I'm fighting back tears. I'll blame it on the hormones. James went to pick up a pizza (yes, at 9:00 pm) because we spent time cleaning up rather than eating when he got home, and then the agent arrived. I am a terrible parent because I let Olivia go with James instead of keeping her home, bathing her, and getting her to bed. But I get to blog and vent, so it's all good.
Ok, things on my mind since meeting with the agent:
-- It really sucks that our house is being listed at several thousand less than I thought. The market isn't so good and we want to be competitive, so it has to be.
-- We have a looooong list of things to accomplish before Monday, when the house is officially "on the market." Nothing is major, but there are so many things like, scrub down all cabinets, wait 24 hours, and re-stain. Take bathroom mirrors to shop and have them cut-down to get rid of the water-damaged rim. Clean out all closets and storage areas. Just pain in the butt type of stuff.
-- My first house is going to be sold. I'm feeling incredibly emotional and nostalgic already. I can't even look at my house right now because it makes me so sad.
-- Good news: houses in our price range are selling fast (2 houses down the street sold in a couple weeks last month). Hope we find something we like soon because hopefully this one will be gone.
-- We all sat at the dining room table to go over paperwork, and Olivia, wanting to be with us, sat strapped into her booster seat eating snacks. During a quiet moment of reading papers, she knocked over her bowl of crackers and said emphatically, "Oh shit." I thought I was going to die. At least I'm not to blame. She heard my church-going grandma say it the other day when she locked her keys in the car and I guess it stuck.
Last thing not house-related. I told myself I wouldn't talk about Karen anymore, but I seriously need to vent. I'm throwing a shower for MF this Friday, and Karen asked MF to please tell me to include her. I thought it was odd because I figured she didn't like me, but I sent her a kind e-mail and extended the invitation. Well, today, I got a response from Karen basically saying that she didn't know why I'd invite her since she knows I have said so many bad things about her to people (totally untrue BTW. I have lots I could say but NEVER have because I lead a Christian mom's group and wouldn't give her or anyone else cause to think badly of me. I have always held my tongue, always.) I wanted to write her back and ask what gives? She set me up. Why did she bother to ask to be invited? Of course, I know the answer. She wanted to cause more drama. If I hadn't invited her, it would've given her cause to get mad about that, so I couldn't have won either way. Anyway, after calming down and praying about it, I wrote her the kindest e-mail I could muster:
Karen,
I'm sorry that you feel uncomfortable. I was under the impression you wanted to come since you asked to please be included in the shower I am hosting. I wanted to reassure you that I have nothing against you and haven't ever said so, so if you change your mind, it's going to be held at __________. Please do whatever is most comfortable for you, but know that you are certainly welcome.
Take care,
Hannah
I was so proud of myself. Obviously, there are other things I would've liked to say, and probably would've been justified in saying, but they weren't the best choice. I nipped any potential drama in the bud. She later wrote me back and thanked me. Still though, UGH!!!!
OK, off to shower, which is what I was supposed to be doing while they're gone.
Posted by Hannah at January 30, 2008 9:03 PM