I don’t get why this always happens to us.
The home owner called me yesterday to let me know they’ve listed the house for rent (obviously for after we move) and she has had a couple of people show interest and want to see it. I panic. Mr. Silly has been gone for a few days for work and I am here all by my huge self and the house looks like crap. I let her know that and ask if it can wait until Mr. Silly is home so I can put him to work. She is awesome. The owners of this house have been awesome since day 1. She insists she will let me schedule people to come by at my convenience and not to worry about it.
Whew.
She called again today to let me know there is someone else and the husband is flying in to look at the place. He’ll only be here Monday and Tuesday. Of course. It’s fine really since Mr. Silly will be home soon and, while it does look like crap, it’s not really that bad and won’t take terribly long to clean. When the wife called, I let her know Monday morning would be best. Smushy will be at school and we don’t have to keep it clean for too long.
Really, none of this is a big deal. It’s not like the last place we lived where they would show up without calling first and put a ton of pressure on us to keep everything perfect, going so far as to suggest we hire a cleaning service. The difference is night and day. I would rent from the current owners forever if I could. We have only had a couple things come up and they were taken care of immediately. They don’t bother us, we don’t bother them. It’s perfect, really.
The ONLY thing is. I’m about to have a baby. I’m having a hard time focusing on much else these days. I can’t physically keep up with the mess. The house never looks perfect. Trying to figure out the best days and times for someone to come by is starting to stress me out. Already. And it just started yesterday. I just feel like my brain is at capacity right now and I don’t have room for anything else.
For instance. My dad and step-mom called last night to find out our travel plans for the move. They’ve been talking about doing a huge family reunion and want to plan it around us so we can be there. So I’m bombarded with whens and wheres and how longs and I just start spacing. For one thing, I don’t know. I just. Don’t. I don’t know this child. I don’t know if he hates the car. I don’t know if we’re going to have to drive in 20 minute increments the whole way. I don’t know anything about him. I have never done this before. Plus, we have to get to the next place as quickly as possible so we can find a place to live and get unpacked before Mr. Silly leaves. I don’t have a lot of time to kill. Now they seem to think this is rectified by them flying to our next duty station and “helping”. God please no. (A whole other venty, angry, red blog post.)
And it doesn’t even matter because I can’t think about that yet. No brain space. I just wish people would let me get through this baby thing before adding anything else to my plate. Really, I just need a couple more weeks and then we can talk details.
Until then, people should just shush. My brain needs the quiet time.
(You are so welcome for the most disjointed blog post ever. Anytime!)