Tuesday, February 1, 2011

The story... part two.

I checked out the house and didn’t let myself get very excited. I’d been down this road before, and honestly though it was super cute, it also looked kind of skuzzy. It needed some major T.L.C from my point of view. Still, I was game to go see it, so we set up the appointment for the next afternoon.

Now, it also just so happened that Wednesdays are one of our craziest days. And I’m talking nutso around here. Going as fast as we can til we drop at about 8:30 pm. Wednesday morning, I was still thinking heavily about our school choices, and only a small portion of my multi-tasking energies were even going toward thoughts of the house we were hoping to see later that afternoon. Mid morning, as we were wrapping up studies and preparing to leave for our on-site Science class, found me slapping peanut butter and jelly on bread, knowing the kids were going to have to eat lunch in the car. It was about this time, that my phone rang.

I grabbed for it, peanut butter-covered- knife hovering in mid-air. It was a realtor, informing me that his client wanted to come see our home that afternoon. As he gave me time details, my eyes scanned the room. Ordinarily, our home is in pretty good shape, so it’s not usually the end of the world when we don’t get 24 hours notice, but when you throw home school books, paper, and activities in there, it gets a little iffy. The kids still had about a half an hours’ worth of work to finish, so I made a snap decision as soon as the call ended. “Kids,” I announced. “Throw your school books into their bins, and let’s get this house whipped into shape. We’ve got about forty five minutes. Go!” The kids, bless their hearts, jumped right into helping. (More than likely house cleaning was more appealing than learning about proper nouns.) We scrubbed, swept, scoured, (they shoved everything into closets.) and cleaned. The house was more or less, sparkling by the time we loaded backpacks and our dog into my Honda.

After we finished school, we raced to a local pottery painting store for Art class with Alli and her sweet little pack of hoodlums. That was an adventure all its own, because for some reason, Alli and I had come up with this wild idea that the children would occupy themselves quietly, painting pottery, while we chatted and sipped tea in the corner. We failed to foresee children falling off stools and dissolving in tears, nine year olds who totally knew better swinging rope toys around, barely missing shelves of perfectly lined up pottery pieces, and loud, chaotic meltdowns while we attempted to keep our own clothing paint free. We had envisioned it a little bit differently. Then off to the old, cute, skuzzy, house for our showing we went, dog still panting in the hatchback. Good times.

The house was cuter than cute and crammed full of old-house charm. But yes, it needed some major T.L.C. just like I’d suspected. My man was envisioning renting a small bulldozer to take out blackberry bushes, and the like. I could see tools shining in his brown eyes. The kids were running around like crazy people upstairs, laying claim to the room they each wanted, then alternately making carpet angels in the cheap living room carpet that I was hoping was covering 1933 hardwoods. I sheepishly glanced at our realtor, afraid he was thinking, “Wow. This family is nuts.” But quite honestly, a father himself, he’d been a pretty good sport along the way, and just smiled while my children openly displayed the fact that they’d never been seen in public before that very day. (I kid, of course. Mostly.)

As we drove home, he gave us a call letting us know that the woman who had been viewing our home while we’d been gone, was preparing to make us an offer the following day, but cautioned us that she was going to low-ball us since our house had been on the market for as long as it takes to complete a pregnancy. (Those weren’t her words… those were mine. Just to clarify.)

We sucked in our breaths and exhaled many prayers.
 
To be concluded...soon.

(sorry.  I couldn't help myself..)


25 comments:

  1. you're killing me here....i can't take the suspense! LOL. I can't wait to hear the WHOLE story!

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  2. You must love a cliff hanger! Hope it all turns out perfectly in the end!

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  3. You're seriously going to make us wait again? Oh boy....

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  4. Leaving us waiting MIGHT be OK if you weren't hauling around a sold sign in your purse! SIgh - we will just HAVE to wait.

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  5. I'm. Dying.

    FINISH THE STORY!!!!!!! :)

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  6. ooh girl, you are trying my patience today!! :) but i'm glad you know your homeschooled children act that way sometimes too. it's like "ok kids, do you want to solidify everyone's perception that homeschooled kids have no social skills? ok great!!" thanks for being real :)

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  7. what... part 3??? Ahhhhhh! OK... we'll wait... we have to right? So this is all sounding like it's going in a great direction... and your post made me laugh!!! Oh my goodness... the pottery place and the new little house... the visual on that was so funny!!! LOL!!

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  8. i knew from the first post what the rest of that "s-o" sign said. can i guess that it has four letters and = the last two are the last two in fold? hmmmmmm love the foreshadowing. did you snap any pictures of the charmer fixer upper?

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  9. You're a BIG stinker! Stop stalling and give us all the news. And more pictures. : )

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  10. OK, come on:-)

    I need to know the story - I love nothing more than God's surprises. talk about dramatic? He is IT, and I love that. His stories are always the best.

    So glad you are sharing and would LOVE it if you would cheat and tell the rest today!

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  11. AWW!!! After reading everyones comments I have to conclude is ...YOUR KILLING ALL OF US WITH SUSPENSE!!!! LOL!! Can't wait..til tomorrow.

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  12. Ok, I let yesterday's post go without a comment, but two in a row....your killing me. I can't wait to hear how it goes....I was reading as fast I could without skipping info. I love that you pulled the kid-os into the clean-up...great for them to be involved in the process! Hope you have a great day! The sun is shining!!!

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  13. who knew you could be such a post tease??? can't wait to see what happened :)

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  14. This is so exciting...on the edge of my seat here!

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  15. Again? Your going to make us wait again? I think I feel a mischevious twinkle in your eye... Can't wait to read the while story tomorrow! You're not going to be naughty and keep us waiting for another day are you? :)

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  16. I think you should make a tee shirt (like the i heart my man ones) and take a picture of yourself to give us the answer tomorrow. Tomorrow, right?!!!!!

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  17. I'm so excited for you! I really hope you've sold your house and are getting the one in thegood school district.

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  18. Ummm...that sign says SOLD! Ah!! Sitting on the edge of my seat for tomorrow!

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  19. The Suspense Sasha!!! (you're so awesome)

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  20. Gaaaaaaaaaaah, you can't DO THIS TO US.

    *tapping fingers on desk*

    ;) I love how God works, though, ya know? Love it.

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  21. It's going to take as many months to finish this story as it does to grow a baby!

    Kidding. I'm just waiting for the rest of the story. I'm totally hooked!! I do love a good story, and you've got a great one.
    -Fringegirl

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  22. you're so onry making these poor people suffer. so glad i'm not one of them....waaahhhahaaahahah;)

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  23. 1st - i love your blog.
    2nd - congrats on selling your house! =)
    3rd - i love your teal purse - where'd you get it?!

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