This morning started out well. I got up early and went grocery shopping before my children even woke up! It was a great feeling to get a job done so early in the day.
Then I had to drive up to the middle school, for the 4th time, to try to register my daughter. The last two times I've been told to come back at such and such time and I could speak with the registrar to continue the process. Once again, she wasn't there! After complaining loudly that I have been trying to chase this lady down for 3 days, they let me leave the folder and agreed that I could call the lady directly to set up an appointment with her.
I returned home in time to feed myself (and baby). Because my children have been sleeping in so late they are not ready for breakfast until at least 1:00. Then I got a phone call that someone wanted to see the house between 2:00 and 4:00. Wonderful! It was now 12:30. I had time to take my daughter to her friend's house and return in plenty of time to clean up the house.
So, I dropped Madison off and returned at 12:45. First, I made my boys scrambled eggs for lunch. Normally, I would not like to do this because then I would have to clean the pan. But hey, it's now 12:50, I have plenty of time! While the kiddos were eating I made their beds, picked up the house, started a load of laundry, emptied the dishwasher and vaccumed the entire house.
Great, it's 1:30! I'm doing great on the time! Our neighbor across the street has been such a sweetie. She gave us a key to her home so that I could put my pug in her house while we are showing ours. So I thought I would run her over there and before I cleaned up the lunch and breakfast dishes, opened the blinds, and got the boy's out of the house before 2:00. Well, as soon as I walk outside they are pulling up!
Every time we have someone come over we have to explain Cameron that people are looking at our house so that they will want to buy it. Our conversation goes something like this:
Me: Cameron, it's time to go.
C: What!!!? Where are we going?
Me: The realtor is coming to show our house.
C: (Very agitated and in a panic) What people!!!
Me: The people who are looking for a new house. We want them to buy our house.
C: What!? I don't want to leave!
Me: Well, we have to.
C: Again, why do I always have to leave!!
Me: Cameron, just get in the car!
And this is another little goodie I didn't have time to put away. I stocked up on a few health and beauty items. Including kleenex. It's a leaning tower of kleenex! If you buy my house I'll throw in a box for free!
After I had the two guys in the car I decided we all deserved an ice cream cone from McDonald's. The boys are joyful at this idea. Until Cameron found out that McDonald's only has vanilla ice cream. "I want chocolate! I want to go to the ice cream store! Dad always takes me to the ice cream store!" After threatening him that he will never see another ice cream cone in his life if he doesn't eat the vanilla we arrive at McDonald's. I swear to you the McDonald's employee has never had training on the proper way to make soft serve ice cream cones. They were shaped like a mushroom. A little tiny cone with drippy soft ice cream hanging off the sides. It was ridiculous!
"Um, these cones are for kids, can I get a couple of cups?" So, the untrained McDonald's employee gives me 3 mushroom cones, two cups, two spoons, and two napkins. The plan would have worked if the ice cream wasn't bigger than the cup! And have you ever tried to drive while holding three mushroom cones, while trying to force them into cups? It's definately one of those skills that all mother's must posses. Along with trying to talk on the phone with the school, ignore your child that is convinced he is dying if you don't let him play X-box, and prepare a healthy and cheap meal all at the same time.
I shoved two cups into each of the boy's hands and told them to lick the sides of the cups quickly so the ice cream won't melt. Here's another little known fact about my middle child. He can't stand to have sticky hands. "It's melting!" "It's getting on my hands!" "I can't lick it fast!" "It tastes like vanilla!"
Finally we get home, sticky hands and all. We pulled up just as the people were leaving. They had spent 20 minutes in my home. I figure anything past 5 minutes is a good sign that they are at least considering your home.
And now I realize in my mad dash out of the house I misplaced my neighbor's key. I need to get my dog!
I called my husband for sympathy. Nope. Nothing. Not one little I'm sorry honey, I know it's hard, thank you for working so hard to sell our house. I said, "I'm just calling so you can feel my pain and give me some sympathy."
He replied, "I feel my pain." Okay buddy, thanks for the support. When will I learn that he just doesn't care if I have a bad day?! It only matters if he's the one who has a bad day.
The boys ate their cones, vanilla and all, and I am sitting here until I leave for work, or I find the key, whatever happens first. I'm tired.