Two days after Christmas, we had our first viewing. As you know…our house is on the market. It’s a rather unfortunate time to attempt to sell a house…seeing as how it is the holidays…followed by a Southern blizzard. But we fully expected that NO ONE would come view our home. Gotta hope for the best.
Anyhoo…so it’s two days after Christmas and we get a call. Jeremy answered. I think we were both so excited that we temporarily lost our minds because we said yes, come on over. Oh in thirty minutes? Yeah that’ll be fine.
Did I mention that it was 2 days after Christmas? And we had been gone for the five days prior to that? And I was sick as a dog with the plague? And I hadn’t showered in over 36 hours? Or done any dishes in the two days that we had been home? And was completely undressed, smelled like yesteryear, had partially unpacked (which in this house translates to having dumped the suitcases out on the floor), had failed to do the stack of poopy-smelling cloth diapers in the kitchen, were in the middle of this project, had not yet attached the master bathroom countertop & sink, and was breastfeeding at the time? Yeah…and every room pretty much looked like this:
Ring ring….hello? Oh you’re right around the corner? Okay.
Yeah…we hear the ding-dong of the bell. It had been no-joke, eight minutes from the time of their original call. The baby was crying, Jeremy was lugging the butcherblock up the stairs and I tried to choke back the tears and the mucus that was clogging up my head. It was dreadful.
I think that our adreneline got us making 80% of the house looking decent…but there was nothing we could do about the stack of dishes that was spilling out of the sink…or the fact that some of the projects were unfinished. Both Jeremy and I felt a little heartbroken. We figured that we would get at least one chance to sell the house…but did we seriously just blow it? was that it? our only chance? We were so disappointed and frustrated and EMOTIONAL that we ended up getting into a huge argument. It’s kinda the only thing to do in that situation. It’s like letting the steam out of the pot before straining the pasta (the pasta that you will add to your favorite bacon-cream-sauce!). That’s what we did…we let it get to us. I hate that.
Of course, we made up 🙂 And then we moved on. But it got me thinking…is this the kind of person I want to be? Unbathed and on edge with my best friend? I mean…I can’t do much about the gunk coming outta my nose…but I can do something about the gunk coming out of my mouth! And it made me remember that quote by Eleanor Roosevelt…the one about a woman being a tea bag….and you find out what she’s made of when she gets in hot water….that was me…being scorched by a boiling situation and my true flavor came right out. And believe me…nobody would have wanted to have a tall drink of Katie right then. I was downright disgusting. (tell me you’ve been there before, right? somebody? anybody?) So because of this event, I decided something really important…and I wanted to share it with you.
I decided that I am no longer going to steam-bake Jeremy. It’s gonna be hard. I’m gonna fail sometimes. But I am gonna try. I always thought that it was okay to vent on my boyfriend because well, he’s my boyfriend…and if anyone understands…it’s him, right? But that’s just it….he’s my boyfriend…if there is anyone that shouldn’t get Katie-spewed…it’s him! Yes he loves me and that is why I should try to give him my best…not my worst.
I’m sure he would prefer me to just decide to be a better housewife…but seriously honey…I can do difficult things like getting along…but I can’t do impossible ones 🙂