Living on Someone Elses Schedule

Why didn’t someone tell me that by selling my house my life now belongs to other people?

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I am trying to sleep in on a Saturday and I get a call early in the morning, “Yes Mr. Beene, this is Tammy from Blahblah realtors and I would like to show your house in a half hour.” It’s not like I can say no. What if these are the people that buy the house? So the house goes on full alert! ;; Get my wife and daughter up, run around half naked trying to pick up after the tornado that is my daughter. Get her fed, remember that I still have not got dressed, get dressed, and then get everyone in the car to get out while the invaders are there. The real pressure comes from knowing that due to a technological advance on behalf of the realtors association called a lockbox, the prospective buyer can just waltz into your house while you are still asleep or butt naked :oops: .

Or I get a call that they will be here sometime between Noon and 2 days from tomorrow. What the heck am I supposed to do now? So I leave the house for 3 days, I mean hours. I take my daughter to the play area at McDonalds. We are there so long that they ask if we are homeless and to stop taking refills at the drink station. ;; I get back to my house and they either did not leave a card or they did not come at all.

I know how to fix it. I will just stay at my house until they show up and then I will leave. (NEXT PART MIGHT BE TOO MUCH INFO) This is great except you can’t take care of any bio functions because they may just walk in. So the other day, no joke, I had to go do the number 2 but decided I would wait until they came and left. Well it was one of those “have to go bad” scenarios so I decided I would go real quick. As soon as I sat down, DING-DONG!!!!! 8O At least they rang the doorbell.

Grim