Selling the house

Seth accepted a new job. Two hours away. We must sell the house. We have five kids. And a puppy. And we home school. That means that we are at home all of the time. Except when someone wants to look at the house. The sheer volume of work required to keep our house immaculate is keeping me from blogging. Or emailing. Or reading. Or doing anything that would normally be relaxing.

So, I haven't left the bloggy world, I've just joined the house selling world. I would really love to leave the house selling world. It's an unpleasant place to visit. I hope our visit isn't too long, it's been three weeks and I'm about to pull my hair out. On Sunday afternoon we had another showing. Seth was suffering for the government in Florida, so I alone, ran like crazy for two hours. I loaded everyone (including puppy) into the van and ran back into the house to do my last check. I spotted my coffee sitting on the counter (a treat for the road) and the two cats sitting next to a pile of cat vomit. They were staring at each other as if accusing one another of violating my newly scrubbed floors. I cleaned that up and grabbed a loose dog toy that had escaped my grasp earlier. As I threw open the front door, huge dog crate in one hand, coffee precariously balanced on top of the crate and keys in the other hand. There were three strangers standing on my porch examining my front door--the stinking realtor was 15 minutes early. Here I am, Ms Frizzle meets Amelia Bedelia nearly bowling them over with a dog crate.

So we didn't hear back from that realtor. Sigh. We could live in this horrid house selling world for a long, long time. Which means I won't be blogging very often.