Today, as Brayden went down for his peaceful little nap, mommy decided to get a little peace herself and do some yoga. Five minutes into the session, the phone rings and it is the realtor. "Would you mind if the house was shown in an hour? I know you guys want a two hour notice, but they are in the neighborhood..." As I surveyed my surroundings I said "okay, but I gotta go then!" and took off like a tornado through the house. We have it down to a system now and we work from one end of the house to the other. Aren't you supposed to be able to let your house go when you have a baby for crying out loud? That is exactly what I was thinking as I was frantically tearing through the house, fluffing and folding, vaccumming and dusting, wiping windows of nose smears and wondering if the potential buyers will notice the litter box that I wasn't going to clean.
Brayden slept through most of my running and ramming around the house and woke up about 15 minutes before Griz and us two humans had to be out the door. Thank God for that mobile that keeps him happy! I loaded him up into his car seat and gently as I could, locked him in place, threw the leash in, called Grizzly, loaded him up and backed out the driveway with two seconds to spare. As I pulled over to the side of the road to catch my breath and figure out what to do with my carload, I realized Brayden was talking to Grizzly in the back. It was very cute. And almost redeemed Grizzly for the rest of his behavior. I decided Bailey needed to be fed, so as long as we were in the car, that is what we would do.
We drove out to the barn, splashing through huge puddles of melting snow (we just had no less than 17 inches of snow-happy birthday to me!). The barn area was really sloppy and Grizzly gives the horses a really hard time, so I decided he had to stay in the car. Well, if Grizzly was staying, Brayden wasn't. I picked Brayden out of his seat, wrapped his cute little self up in a blanket and opened the back door to lock Grizzly's leash in so he couldn't jump around the car. Then I left Brayden's car door open and we crossed the few muddy feet to the barn. I unlocked the barn and turned around just in time to see my 110 pound black ball of fur step into the baby's car seat and start to whine to be let out. As red filled up my field of vision, I clenched my teeth (not wanting to yell with the baby in my arms) and quietly threatend his life if he didn't get back into his part of the Xterra. I am not sure how he heard me, but he stopped whinning and got out of the teeny tiny little car seat and back into his own, much larger section of the car.
When Brayden and I were done throwing hay (Bailey was not impressed Brayden), we tearfully loaded back into the car and I checked the time...to the unmistakable sound of a diaper over filling. We had 10 minutes left before we could go back to the house. Now Brayden was really crying (who likes to sit in poop?) and Grizzly was trying to lick us as I sat in the back seat contemplating my options. We were going back to the house. I got Brayden quieted down and locked into his seat and then I put the car in gear and rolled out while I lectured my two and a half year old dog on being a good boy. Actually, I asked him why, just once, couldn't he just behave? He turned around and laid down so I couldn't see him anymore.
We passed by the house and no one was there, so we went back and pulled into the garage. Grizzly went out and I brought Brayden in, dropping my muddy, muck covered pants at the door. I grabbed clean pants and began changing the blow out on the baby, just as I heard a knock on the door. I thought: no way, you must be kidding me. Knowing that if I didn't answer the door the realtor and potential buyer would just use the lock box and open the door, I drug my half naked baby to the door and opened it. The realtor said "oh, you beat us here...we took some extra time at the last house, but we are here now." After a long pause I said "We can leave again if you want" in a tightly controlled voice (we had already been gone for an hour after rushing to get out with a 45 minute notice). The realtor looked at the potential buyer and he thankfully didn't care that we were there. As I headed off to clothe my child I told them to make themselves at home and then rushed out to calm Grizz, who was now completely nuts at the two strange men in the house, and no Jeremiah to protect me and the baby. When they finally left, they stood outside in the street (they never came out to the back yard...I wonder why?) for what seemed like an eternity, oblivious to me standing behind the curtians shaking my fist at them.
Gee, I wonder if we will get an offer?
Here are some pictures from this week (when things were much calmer).