Selling a house sucks

I hate the whole house selling process. I'm not as stressed this time around, I'm sort of going with the flow, but the being ready at all times to show it is kicking my butt. It went up on Monday, and so far, no one has come by to see it. I am sort of going on the website to see how many people have checked it out online by the little ticker at the bottom, but I can't remember how many times I've done it so I don't know if that number is actual people or just me checking.

I've been doing the whole routine daily, just in case they call. Last year when we tried to sell, I would go all psycho everytime the phone rang and rush around like a monkey on crack worrying that it didn't look perfect. So this time, I'm keeping it perfect full time. That's just not my style. The house being perfect is not a priority for me as a rule. I don't like a mess, but I'm not obsessive about things. Houses in our little neck of the woods are moving, they're getting snatched up like hotcakes. But me being that one in a million girl, I'll have the only house in town not moving. Even though we are giving the place away.

Tomorrow is Saturday. That's the day that Jack wakes up at his usual time and plays Wii until I wake up. Sydney is lazy like me, she'll sleep in. But you watch, some hotshot will call at 8am wanting to see this place at 9am. And there I'll be, sweeping up whatever hair my border collie lost overnight, loading up both kids and all three dogs, and waiting for them to come in for 5 minutes and decide that my house is a craphole and they would rather live in the street. And right when they pull up, Mr. Jenkins from next door will come out in his boxers to get his paper. He'll shoot them dirty looks, because he doesn't want us to move. Then the pitbulls from the next neighborhood will make their way over here and attack someone or something. Or when they open the door something will fall off. Or one of the kids will have let one right before we walk out, and the smell will knock them off their feet when they walk in. Or I will remember that I left my bra hanging on the doorknob. There are so many things that can make a showing go wrong.

Meanwhile I'll be in the car with the kids arguing over who got the biggest sausage biscuit. The dogs growling at each other over dropped crumbs of the aforementioned sausage biscuits. Last time I tried to sell the house, this happened to me. Well the car stuff, I never left my bra on a doorknob. The dogs went nuts and I had to stop the car and get out and pull them off of each other. It sucks!

I just want this to be over with. Even if I have to deal with all that crap, I hope that someone comes by this weekend. And I'm keeping track of how many times I have checked how many people have looked at the listing on line. It only takes one person to fall in love with the joint. Here's to hoping that person is in the mood to buy.