February 28, 2008
Sleep Deprived
I’m going to bed entirely too late because I’m busy perusing the options sheet for our potential new house. I’m waking up entirely too early because once I’m awake I can’t go back to sleep. There are bathroom rugs to be washed and dishes to be put away and toys to be picked up and laundry to be folded. I’ve never been this organized in my entire life and it’s exhausting work.
I’m like a mini Martha Stewart. The other day, I caught myself considering folding the ends of the toilet paper the way they do in fancy hotels before our showing. Soon I’ll be putting chocolates on our own pillows and offering myself turn-down service. I think I’m losing it, but once you get on the Martha train, it’s hard to get off.
We have two showings scheduled so far for this weekend. One is a brand new first showing; the other a second showing. They’re both at the exact same time. I’m thinking that is really good for raking in some offers. Here’s hoping that a little whiff of competition brings the offers in ink. The only thing that stinks about them is that they are in the morning. We are a lazy crew around here. We’re rarely out of pajamas before noon on Saturday or Sunday and Mr. BBM and I like to linger over the leftover bacon and coffee for a couple hours and chat.
This weekend, we’ll be in high-powered cleaning and getting out of here mode and I’m not all that happy about it. The best possible scenario would be for a good offer to come in this weekend. Then we’ll know if we have to sacrifice the stone up to the sill or the 9 ft. basement ceilings on the new house, or if we can just go for them and not worry.
Our neighbors have offered to let us come over to their house during our showings. They said we’ll open a bottle of wine and spy on the newcomers through their office windows. I’m wondering if they’d mind if we switched the beverage to some serious coffee and whether or not pajamas and slippers would offend them. I can always offer them turn-down service and origami tissues and toilet paper. Then maybe they’ll let me take a very much needed nap.
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I would avoid doing the thing with the toilet paper. It’s very common for people who view houses to use the bathrooms while they’re there.
Among the things in this world I’d rather not know too much about are whether strangers who are going through my closets used my bathroom and either did or did not wash their hands. Putting the pointy end on the TP makes pretending impossible. 😀
You and I are definitely alike in this. I feel your pain! And yeah, you really do need a nap.
Do NOT tell me that Steve. I need to go shudder and figure out a way to tape my toilet seats shut. We NEVER do that when looking at someone else’s home. Blech!
Sizzle: Yes, I do. Can’t wait to hit the pillow tonight.
Hi, thought id say hello. Saw your link through Adams spillage and popped over for a look. My partner and i went through the whole ‘buying a house thing’ a couple of years back so i feel for you, its a royal pain in the a$$. Hope everything gets there in the end . . .
NB – Im Adams bro BTW : /
ok, steve, that is frigging disgusting.
yucky yuck
PEOPLE!!!!! KEEP YOUR GERMS TO YOURSELF!
aside from that public announcement,
i was looking at that fine picture of you at the left of the screen with that fine shuto of yours.
I kept thinking : how life was good when our knees were good… We’re old geezers now!
good day to you!
Not to give you Martha-induced OCD, but it is a proven fact that simmering cinnamon sticks on your stovetop before a showing increases the likelihood of an offer…I’m just saying…