At the moment, my life is a swirl of real estate agents. I have to tell you that real estate agents make me antsy. I feel like they're never quite telling me the truth, that they have a secret agenda. One agent comes through and I feel like I'm in the midst of a decorating show. "We'll move this here and that there. We'll put a big vase of lilies up there." Another comes through and it's all about how they going to squeeze every last cent out of a buyer with tricks and techniques.
I hate the feeling of these people traipsing through my house, the place Skip and the kids have lived the longest, judging and assessing it. Tallying up our lives in the real estate formula. At the same time, I feel dread that we won't sell. That no-one will like our house like we do and then we'll be stuck here. (I know that last sentence doesn't make sense...)
Then there's the buying part. Finding something that ticks all the boxes, that we love, that won't put us in financial stress for the next 30 or so years. So much fun.
Goosey has a funny relationship with these agents. She hears a knock at the door, runs to greet them and promptly takes all her clothes off. I guess it's better than me taking my clothes off. The thing is she then dances in front of them, caresses their legs as they try and talk to me and, in one truly embarrassing situation, rubs her bum on their designer duds. Yes, you read that right. The young agent who received the bum rub assured me it was fine, "She's just playing," but she had a look on her face that said,"Ewww will 2-year-old bum juice come off my Charlie Brown dress?"
Thankfully, Goosey will not be attending any of the open houses. One of the agents thought we may be able to put Goosey's bed in storage to make the room look neater. I suggested: "Perhaps we can also put Goosey in storage for the campaign too?" The agent gave a look that thought this may be a good idea.
What are the chances that someone will knock on our door and offer us a million bucks for the place? So we don't have to go through this real estate hell. Anyone? Anyone?