We had an open house yesterday. Gabe took the cats and Goon Squad over to my parents house. Gabe estimates that the twins trashed my parents house in about a minute. When I showed up about two hours later (I stayed back and vacuumed and made the beds hid toys and cleaned everything up) my Mom’s tupperware cabinet had been emptied all over the kitchen, all of the toys were on the living room floor (and my Mom has A LOT of toys) all of the VHS tapes were off of the shelf and the kids were asleep. Apparently Ian has mastered pocket doors and now he can go play my parents piano whenever he feels like it. Gabe said that Ian also pulled the world atlas off of the bookshelf. That thing has to weigh almost as much as he does.
The open house started at 1:00 and by 12:45 there were people standing out in front of my house. My house felt very popular. We’ve already gotten a bid on the house (albeit too low) and we’re expecting more bids in the next couple of days. I’m getting excited, because if someone buys this thing I won’t have to be so clean all the time.
Someone asked my realtor yesterday if they could come look at the house at 9:00 tonight. We’ve just this week managed to keep the kids up until 7:00. They still wake up at 5:30 in the morning. Who goes house shopping that late at night? You wouldn’t even really get to see the outside of the house. Can he come look at the house at 9:00 pm? Sure, just don’t wake me up.