You know we're trying to sell the house. I realize now why everybody says this...but, I will never sell a house again. The next house will be the one we die in or until Jesus comes back, because I ain't moving again. When you're selling a house, you have to do everything at the prospective buyers' convenience. If they're in the neighborhood and want to see the house RIGHT NOW, they get to and the house has to be immaculate and they don't like the sellers in the house. So, I have 20 minutes to pick up all of the girls' toys, which are, of course, everywhere. I have to hide all of the clean laundry sitting on the bed waiting to be folded. I have to vacuum the whole house. I mean, everything has to be perfect because people don't care that you work from home and have two kids. They want to see a model home. MOST of the time, though, the showings are on the weekends and we have at least a 2-hour notice. But, inevitably, it's during the girls' nap time or right at their bedtime.
Which is what happened this past Sunday/Monday. Sunday morning, we had a showing from 9-11, which was a great time for us. Usually agents leave their business cards on the counter, but this one didn't. AND, I made cookies, like I do for every showing. I generally know how many people are coming and I'll always make a few extra to seem generous. But, really, I know they're not going to eat all of them because they don't want to seem like pigs. So, it's a very maniuplative situation and I'm fine with it. I left these folks cookies...not a single one eaten. Hmph. Whatever, more for me.
We didn't hear anything from our agent, so just thought they maybe weren't interested. But, on Monday, I got a call saying the couple loved it and wanted to bring their parents back to get their approval. Mistake #1. Sorry, parents, but it's true. Their agent said if the parents liked it, they were gonna write up a contract that night. We knew it was in the bag! They said the showing was between 6-8 p.m. Not the best time for us because the girls' supper is at 6 p.m. and bedtime is at 7 p.m. But, we would make it work. What we do is load up on snacks for the girls and lots of movies to watch and we park way down the street and turn off the lights. We can still see the house, but they wouldn't know we were watching. Yeah, it's a little creepy, I realize.
Well, three cars FINALLY pull up at 6:45 p.m. Nine people get out the cars...NINE. How many parents do these kids have? (Btw, I baked eight cookies, so I was already a little nervous.) They get out of the cars and immediately, a gazillion flashlights come on. It's not even that dark outside, but whatever. They walk through one of the gates in the fence and you can see some sparkles as the flashlight beams pass between the boards in the fence. They're in the back yard for a good 10 minutes and then come out of the gate on the other side. They walk around the front, shining the flashlights everywhere. I'm beginning to wonder why they're not going inside. Our agent then calls saying their agent is running late. Of course. She finally gets there about 7:10 p.m. They all go inside. The girls are starting to get fussy, as are David and myself.
For the next 50 minutes, we can see people going through the front bedrooms and then three men came out with flashlights, shining them everywhere. They did this for awhile. My heart started sinking and I realized these weren't the folks that were gonna buy the house. Not when they brought seven extra people with them to pass their approval on a house. They left about 8 p.m. We went back inside. Again...not a single cookie eaten. What kind of monsters are these people?!? We didn't hear anything until yesterday morning. Yep. No offer. Our agent said the parents talked the couple out of it, but in talking with their agent, ours said there seemed to be something else going on as well. The parents were helping them buy the house, so it might have had something to do with that. Whatever. That's how it is and we understand that. But, it was a complete waste of our evening. I was SO ill about it.
And I've been so grouchy. But, I did have eight cookies to keep me company. I'm not baking any more goodies for these moochers. If they want to buy the house, they can do it sans cookies. We DO, however, have a contingency contract on the house. A couple offered our asking price, which we were thrilled with, but they have to sell their house first. But at least we have a contract on it. I like that couple, too. I know their names, but we've never met them. I picture what they look like and I like them. They have dogs and I know they would love the yard. I kind of hope they get the house in the end...just hoping it's sooner rather than later.
I'm just tired of showing it.
Thanks for letting me vent. Blergh.
Also, color crayons are from the devil.