Sometimes I just don't understand the whole grand plan.
I just found out that the people coming through our house tomorrow at 9:30 AM for a showing (nice time, huh?) are the people who came through two weeks ago and gave us horrible feedback. The kind of feedback that made me cry. The kind that I lost sleep over. The kind that made me argue with my big tall hubby. The kind I haven't forgotten or gotten over.
Why are they coming to my house again?
Why do I have to clean for them?
Why did I drag my sick baby to the store to get carpet cleaner so I can clean a bad stain for them?
Why I am sacrificing my quality quiet time (kids at school, baby asleep) to craft or watch "Jersey Shore" for them?
I just don't understand.
Sometimes, people are so mean. I would seriously feel like the worst people in the world if I were them, I mean, now they know that I know they are the big meanies from two weeks ago. I just don't get it.
I'll be back Monday. I promise I won't be all "woe is me" and forlorn.
Have a great weekend.