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April 27, 2007

Friday Shuffle - The Sort of Tired, Sort of Sick, and Totally Sick & Tired Edition

I haven't said anything about this, because I hate it when people complain about low-grade maladies and I try to avoid such behavior, because I really hate it when I complain about low-grade maladies, but I'm a little sick. Last Saturday night I felt a throat tickle coming on. A little tickle, a little congestion, a little coughing ... never getting full-blown sick. Just sick enough to be in a constant state of mild discomfort.

That gets really tiring after a few days. And that's all I have to say about that.

As for being sick and tired, yes, that pertains to real estate.

Here was the plan for tonight:

5:00-5:30: Return home from coffeehouse.
5:30-6:00: Prepare simple dinner.
6:00-6:30: Eat simple dinner.
6:30-7:00: Play.
7:00-7:30: Bath and bed preparations for Clara Jane.
7:30-8:15: Play.
8:15: Put Clara Jane to bed. Sit on couch and knit until falling asleep.
8:30: Fall asleep.

This is what happened instead:
5:00-5:30: Return home from coffeehouse.
5:30: Enter house, listen to phone message from real estate scheduling company. An agent wants to show from 6:30-7:30
5:31: Freak out because scheduling company is supposed to call my damn cell phone. Cuss.
5:31-6:00: Commence frantic house-cleaning. Realize White Trash Dirt Bike Hoe-Down is happening in the front yard catty-corner from us. There are shirtless children everywhere. Cuss.
6:01: Why is Clara Jane drawing on the hardwood floor with a green dry erase marker? She's never done that before. Cuss.
6:02-6:18: More frantic cleaning.
6:18-6:21: World comes to hault so that Clara Jane, who's refusing clean undergarments, can sit in time out.
6:21-6:28: Boot angry husband out of the house. Dress angry child. Cuss.
6:28-6:30: Leave house. Notice that, in addition to White Trash Dirt Bike Hoe-Down, the dune buggy guy's got junker cars all over the street while he works on one in his driveway. Cuss.
6:30-7:25: Eat dinner at mediocre local buffet, since it's close and we're starving. You know what's depressing? People-watching at a buffet on a Friday night.

Did I mention that I spent $40 on interior paint and $20 on ferns today, all in an attempt to make my house sell? I did. I spent dinner hoping that my $60 had been wasted and a contract was being drawn up while Clara Jane gnawed on her over-boiled corn on the cob.

7:25: Scheduling agency calls to inform us that real estate agent has cancelled showing. B.'s livid. B. rarely gets angry. This is twice in one hour. Commence worrying about his coronary condition, as two angry moments + mountain of buffet fried chicken = potential heart incident. "Why call and cancel five minutes before the appointment's due to end? Why not just let us believe they showed it so we don't get pissed off?" Some questions will remain mysteries of the universe, Dear.
7:26: Try not to think that real estate agent and lookers drove down our street, saw the White Trash-o-Rama two-part event, and bailed. Try not to break steering wheel in frustration while driving home.
7:26-present: Shuffle around hated house, listening to hated dirt bike, muttering under my breath that throwing $40 worth of paint and $20 worth of ferns at rednecks won't fix anything.

Posted by Robin at April 27, 2007 08:56 PM

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