I'm sorry, now THIS is crazy

Yesterday I posted that our pace recently has been fast and furious.

I didn't know $#%* yesterday.

Thursday started with my cleaning the upstairs. We have a showing scheduled for Saturday and an Open House Sunday. We've been hoping for more showings and try to be prepared all the time, but there are things like washing sheets, making beds etc that need to be done. And, as much as our house is "staged" day to day, there are items essential to daily life (dog food bowls, trash bags, high chairs, toys) that need to be cleaned, hidden, moved for an actual showing.

Around 10:20 I got a call for someone who wanted to see the house at 11:15. Like in an hour. Ahem. Luckily One Philly Daddy was able to rush home and we put away the microwave and toaster, the high chair and toys. Swept the floors, wiped the counters, turned on the right lights, made the beds, arranged flowers and ran out the door with One Philly Son and our two dogs. Thank god for my sister-in-law who let's us crash at her house for an hour with our dogs.

We returned home at 12:30 to realize NO ONE showed up. Argh!

One Philly Daddy returned to work, One Philly Son took a nap and I pulled a few things out to return to living. Toys out, pretty flowers away.

Fast forward to 5:30, One Philly Family is gathered in the kitchen about to eat our dinner, like literally, food on fork, headed to mouth. Phone rings. An agent is in town and wants to see the house. Now.

As calmly as I can, I ask for 10 minutes. We re-hide high chairs and toys, leash up the dogs, throw One Philly Son in a stroller, hide our dinner in the oven, put out our sell sheets and run out the door.

One Philly Son wants to be held during these stressful high energy moments, and we have a dog who likes to escape so it can be hectic. But we went for our walk and an hour later we were all back in the house smiling, laughing and finally eating.

One Philly Daddy and I have different responses to these situations: I get uber-focused and a bit manic in my single mindedness. One Philly Daddy says "what should I do next?" and "this is awesome"! Both are certainly valid reactions, but we're certainly not on the same page for about 20 minutes. The good news is that we usually are at about minute 22, when my "get-it-done, get-it-done" adrenaline wears off and his "yay-yay-yay-yay" dials back a notch. Then, the fun starts!

Do you think they like the house? Will they put in an offer? When? For how much? They'll love the house, right, WE loved the house! Remember when we saw this house and we wanted it so bad, and we were so nervous? Remember how we knew right away we loved the house? Gosh, isn't our new house great too, can you not wait to get in there?!? So cool!

In short, our story takes over. We re-read the chapters we've already finished, reveling in the plot twists now that we've been to the last page. We share our joys, fears and hopes. We slide to the edge of our seats, staring unblinking into the future to see what it will bring, feeling eager and excited.

Now, this, this is exciting.