11:20 a.m. text from my realtor: 5pm showing request for today. Can you make it work?
NO — No, I can’t make that work, but I guess I will have to try. I have a 24hr request rule for showings on my place because I have a small dog that resides in my house when I’m at work. I also need to live in my house while it is up for sale, so it’s not exactly show ready at the drop of a hat. I did laundry yesterday, which means there are bra’s and lululemon workout gear hanging to dry in the bathroom. So if they want to take a walk through my lingerie, then sure why not.
To catch you up, I’m trying to sell my mobile home with hopes of upgrading, and this will be my second showing. Considering how hard it is to sell in my park, I don’t really have the luxury of saying no to a showing. I dashed home at lunch and tidied up — well I threw all of my clean laundry in to the dryer.. so I sort of tidied. I also sprayed all the counters down with Clorox so it smells super clean. I only get 30 minutes for lunch, so that was the best I could do. Now I just need to race home after work and pick up the dog, cross my fingers, and wait. Not exactly my strong suit.
Waiting for a person with generalized anxiety is straight up torture. The last showing I had was on my birthday… within an hour of the showing I was sent the message that the person wasn’t interested. What did I do? I went and got drunk. I’m hoping to handle the second showing a bit better. Especially since it’s only Monday, and getting drunk on a work night isn’t ideal.
Note to self for future — selling a house and my anxiety don’t mix. FAK….