Real Estate Agent Ange

Whew.  We're just about ready to get the "For Sale By Owner" sign up in the yard.  After a lot of concentrated, focused, hard work.  I mean, really...Adam did manage to get a bundle of home repairs done this weekend that the handyman I had out estimated to be about $1200 worth of work.  Luckily, his schedule was backed up...and Adam got to it. Whew.  Again.

Holy cow, this is tougher than I thought!  The house has been on Zillow 3 days and we had a Buyer's Agent stop by the house this afternoon...ON A RAINY LABOR DAY! with clients in the car that were ready to see the house. 

Ruby didn't have on any panties or a diaper - she did take the stamp ink pad, though, and press it 3 or 4 times to the front of her dress...and then she kissed it, I guess, because blue ink in the shape of a rectangle was all over her mouth.  The play room was WRECKED, the girls lounging, watching a movie, in an ocean of 'Too Many Toys'.  Adam's chowing down on lunch, in paint-splattered work clothes, dogs are out, the play drawers in the kitchen (500 Happy Meal Toys) have been dumped out onto the rug, there's DIRT, literally, in the guest bathroom shower - plainly, painfully visible.  (We're getting that shower ripped out and replaced, didn't bother to scrub it after the plumber left Friday). The trim on the backdoor, the plinthe block, has been removed, Adam's rebuilding it (currently) in the carport - but presently - looks atrocious. There's tool boxes and wood putty, ladders and all sorts of stuff out everywhere. But worst of all?  Frogs and bugs in multiple critter catchers in the kitchen on the floor.  Keep in mind - he entered through the family room/carport door and headed straight into the kitchen (crash zone).  He doesn't come in through the front door, into the formal living room, without a anything out of place (they've been trashing the back of the house), no, that would have made things a bit too easy.

I had been in the girls' room rearranging the drawers and organizing socks and panties (ironically) and I hear voices...and think, surely Adam wouldn't have [neighbor] or [friend] in the house right now...it's a disaster area...

...damage control, Ange!  Go be charming and make an excuse!  Oh God and it was a realtor with clients in the car.

Nope!  We're not ready to show it, not until the end of the week, but come on, Adam says, take a look and describe it back to your clients.  And I'm following along behind him, thinking, 'oh God, what's next?  did I leave my bra out? did Charlotte flush the toilet?' frantically making excuses.  I felt so vulnerable!  So exposed!  Welcome to selling a house FSBO.

And they're not the first ones to show up unannounced either.  Again, we don't even have a sign up in the yard!  The first lady just heard about our impending move from a neighbor.

Feels a little weird.

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