I went to bed with a headache/migraine last night, hoping to sleep it off.
Slept like crap.
So did Porter… he woke up at 5:30, 6:30 and never went back to bed. I finally got him out of bed at 7:30.
I woke up numerous times during the night, still with a headache.
Late getting out of the house this morning.
House was trashed… I made the comment to Porter “I’ll have to clean up when I get home”
Almost forgot to put the roast in the crock pot.
Left the dogs outside.
Late for work.
I get a call from the realtor (while I’m at work, mind you)…. “We want to show your house at 10am today”
“WHAATTTT? My house is a PIT, I kid you not, a PIT… it looks like a tornado blew through. I just started back to work and am trying to readjust to getting out of the house in a timely fashion with an 18 month old hanging on my leg.”
Real Estate Co: “Well, I think they might be out of town, but I can see if they can do another time”
Me: “PLEASE! If I could just come home and clean, they can come anytime tonight after 4”
I get a call back…
REC: “They’re from out of town, and I explained your house…uhm…situation…. and they said they honestly don’t mind.”
Me: ” OH MY WORD OH MY WORD OH MY WORD I can’t believe I’m going to tell you ok… show it. OH MY WORD I’m so embarrassed!!”
So, I came home, haven’t heard anything (I’m expecting our realtor will be asking what the hell was up with your house!!), and I of course had to take pictures for you guys.
As they walk in… the glamorous
Back out to the living room… toys and shoes litter the floor. Laptop is leaned up against the chair to “cool off”. Poor Tad the Leapfrog is just chillin’ out waiting for… someone to pick him the frick up.
The kitchen… OH MY HEAVENS THE KITCHEN!!! It needs all the help it can get in the first place… let alone I leave it looking like this:
Smelly crock pot of roast and french onion soup on the counter (which probably saved us and masked the dog smell HAHAH!), sink full of clean AND dirty dishes, Porter’s cereal bowl on the counter… with soggy cereal in it. Ry left the toaster out this morning. Ledge above sink littered with random toys and cups. UGH!
Note the half opened cabinet door…. yes, it was left that way. I took out the crock pot in a HURRY. Porter’s book that needs to be fixed, a pair of too small tennis shoes. On the floor, you’ll notice my camera bag and some random article of clothing… what IS that?
And the basement… I wouldn’t dare show you the stairs with dog hair clumps, or the laundry area which is disgusting. But… walk into my office… aka “The Pit”… junk in PILES… everywhere!
Well, I did just get a call from our Realtor. They looked at 12 houses, and ours is in the running (Go fricken figure!!). The wife is pregnant so they’re looking to buy soon. I explained how disgusting our house was and she says “Well, they didn’t say it was that bad, in their own words they said it looked “lived in”.” (PFFFTTT!! HAHAH!)
Lived in is an understatement. How about lived in, torn up, thrown around and roughed up? HAHA!
So, there you have it. My disgusting house.