June 3, 2010
We had our first showing on our house yesterday afternoon. I was at the grocery store with my boys when the real estate appointment desk called, telling me that a realtor was on my doorstep who wanted to show my house on the spot.
Fortunately, I had anticipated such events and had cleaned my house top to bottom before heading to the store.
I waited all day for feedback of the showing from my realtor. Finally Candy called.
"The prospective buyers really liked everything about the house," she said. I beamed and did a fist pump in the air.
"Except for the feces in the upstairs toilet," she continued. My face turned every shade of purple.
I hung up the phone and hunted down my sons, who were in the process of stripping a bush in my front yard of all of its leaves.
"Who didn't flush the toilet this morning?" I asked, trying to stifle my rage. Always loyal, the twins pointed at each other and ran in opposite directions.
Any horror stories from trying to sell your house? I am mortified.