I had planned to do a massive laundry catch up day. You know the kind where there is laundry all over the house, piles and baskets everywhere.
I wanted to try a new recipe for "turtle bars", how can you go wrong with toffee, nuts, and chocolate?
I wanted to reorganize my coupons (and take pictures to share my process here).
I wanted to scrapbook a few layouts and make a birthday card for a friend.
I envisioned cleaning off my desk from the weekend's house showings.
I thought I might even watch "The Help" since I have been dying to do so since I finished the book a year ago.
Then, they called. Twice. Two different people.
The rude realtors who ruin my life every time they call. And make me turn into the grumpiest person alive.
I have to put my life on hold.
Clean house for strangers who don't care about it. Clean, all night long. Because no matter how clean and tidy it was for yesterday's showing, it is inevitably a mess now. Six people live here. Life is messy with six people.
I have to find things to do with my kids and my dog while the strangers come into my house and then decide they don't like it after all. All the while still doing my regular life things (doctor visits for my baby, basketball practice, school bus stops, homework, meals, nursing a baby, all that.) It just stinks.
I just get so mad.
Sorry to be all complain-y and woe is me, I guess my food week bonanza will have to wait. Two showings tomorrow in between a doctor's appointment, and basketball practice and LIFE, hopefully, I will return with good news.