Multiple *SIGH* factors
First, yesterday.
I’m upstairs getting ready for church and making sure the upstairsis taken care of. The boys had made a fort to play in downstairs. So I asked them to clean that up and around the table where they had eaten and of course the dreaded front door area of doom where they just throw crap and tick me off. We were going to be a few minutes late leaving for church because I was still drying our whites… their white shirts were in there. So I come downstairs expecting to just pull out their shirts, put them on, pick up the small things they would invariably miss and be able to go. The goal was to have the house be OK in case someone came to see it while we were at Church.
I come downstairs the fort is still there and in fact there’s a bunch of stuff from their room under it! ARGH! And they didn’t do ANYTHING. And in fact there’s paper everywhere and somehow even though there’s nothing to make tons of messes… they still found a way! KIDS! Well there’s no way I can leave my house in that state! It would bug me under normal circumstances but what if someone came to see my house??? ACK!!!
So suddenly I’m faced with having to still clean everything. I’m looking at like 45 more minutes! I’d effectively miss the first hour or almost hour of Church! Dang it! I mean, the kids are good and all and just being kids but talk abut frustrating! I about had a nervous breakdown! This is just so stressful!! ARGH. The week’s not so bad because the kids aren’t really here… but the weekends… ack!! Plus I’m effectively on my own. And I knew that once we did get to Church a bunch of kind hearted people would start asking 30 questions. The same ones I’ve been answering every bloody week. *SIGH* I know that they are just being nice and thoughtful but I’m sick to death of saying over and over and over “I don’t know when we’re moving. No I’ve not found a new place to live. No I’m not looking.” On and on.
So I just decided to not go. But the kids were made to clean up so the house would be show worthy and then I told them just because they were missing Church did not mean they would not get to learn about God. Stuck them in their beds till the end of Church time with their scriptures. Well that was trying too. *SIGH* Giggling and talking. Me yelling at them to be quiet and read. *SIGH*
Flash Forward to this morning. I am trying to read and fight sleepy monster at the same time. Joram is snuggled with me reading too. And the phone rings. Downstairs. Get down there and… it is done ringing… kicked to voice mail. H. E. R. EEEK… time to fly and make sure the house is show worthy!! Morning stuff needs taken care of! So Joram and i take off! Well no voice mail. No voice mail. Are you showing my house today? EEEK! Well we get things done in about half an hour… while doing everything of course I go to take out the trash and the trsh bag handle totally snaps and my trash goes EVERYWHERE in the kitchen. So I had to clean that up and then of course scrub the floor! ARGH!!!
Well I get just about done… H. E. R. calls back. Ugh it is that first realtor. The one who told me I was going to make like 30k less than I owe if I was LUCKY. She thinks she left some leather book at my place! Um, that was like a month and a half ago!! I mean that was January! All they left me was a card. So she is all like “How’s the house going” Well I’ve had one showing…grrr.. so I say “Well I guess it could be better but it is just the beginning of March.” She definately has this “I told you your house wouldn’t sell for as much as you want” attitude when she goes over how much I’ve got it listed for. *SIGH* Are you showing my house? Then I don’t want your negativity!! *SOB* All I need.
So… bleh. I wasn’t that depressed today and was over the Church thing until this.
And to top it off, telemarketer called me about MCI at like 8:15. I was up getting Caramon ready for school… but hello… too early to start calling. And they called about two weeks ago. And I told them them 1. not interested 2. do not call me AGAIN. Now this might be JUST within their “10 day window”. I don’t know.. if so BARELY. But anyway so I’m like ‘NO I’M NOT INTERESTED” I had to yell it five times at the guy because he would not listen to me. “But ma’am. I’ll but ma’am you. GRRR /bash telemarketers
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clueliss said:
okay BREATHE
telemarketrs: repeat as follows: “Sorry not interested” click. Just hang up. Actually talking to the is futile.
Nosybody rud realator – roll eyes and tell them the kids are in the tub and need to be supervised. Follow by hanging up. Said realator is apparently a toad, blow off anything she has said to you.
Did I mention breathe?
Kids and housework – Okay I don’t have kids BUT I grew up for over 7 years in a single parent household. It is time for the “talk.” Tell them they are big boys and that you really need their help. You need them to help keep the house clean. The better the house looks, the more likely it is to sell – the faster you can all be together again etc etc. Make them feel like their keeping stuff cleaned up is a BIG DEAL (because it is!).
Just my advice.
oh and breathe!
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Lady Ozma said:
Re: okay BREATHE
When i just hang up they call back. So yelling at them five times to take my name off their list at least lets me feel like I’ve a repreive.. for a few days at least.
As for the realtor… she can bite me. I think she was calling just to be a pain since I didn’t choose her.
And as for the kids… we’ve had that talk. About five times. Had it again yesterday. They are kids… they don’t mean to cause me this stress or to mess up the house. But GRRR doesn’t make the frustration just not happen!! Joram did help me like a big boy this morning when we thought we might have a showing! 🙂 Yay him!
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