I have to get over this feeling of every word out of the new town realtor's mouth being as grating and annoying as nails on a chalkboard or people who laugh like hyenas. We were packing off and heading to new town this morning for some more house hunting and I was getting all annoyingly tensed, stressed, and worked up the second my eyes popped open (and I realized I was once again wide awake an entire hour before I even had to get out of bed.)
Why? Oh why? Oh why can I not ever just sleep in????
But mostly I was imagining how the new town realtor was going to walk into every single house and try to sell it by pointing out the blatantly obvious (This is a bathroom) and defending every single peculiar house ridiculousness until I want to throw him down on the ground and choke him unconscious with my bare hands Just to make him SHUT THE HELL UP.
I have it bad.
I was in full throttle funk when we walked out the door this morning. I slipped into my chilly boots, (kids left the back door open) preoccupied in dreading the inevitable trudge through mountains of the way too much snow we've been blessed with here in the northeast, and my new town realtor issue and all. I fumed about my swinging shoe laces, and thought "Oh, I'll just tie them the car." I slammed the door turned towards the car and found myself standing outside the back door, ready to dodge ice patches but unexpectedly hopping on one foot, trying to juggle the protein shake, hot tea, dvd, sun glasses, keys and mittens that I had clutched to my chest as I hopped and hopped trying to figure out just why my right leg was not following along with my left leg. Yup, I slammed my shoe lace in the door was it was not getting unstuck. Luckily, (thank you team of dedicated trainers!) I am strong enough and balanced enough these days that I was able to get stuck like that and not end up flat on my face. I started to laugh the laugh of someone who has some serious pent up emotions and was guffawing so hard that I couldn't talk to tell the family why I wasn't coming. I could only point and gesture and guffaw until the tears streamed down my cheeks and Evan came back over to pick up the keys and unlock and open the door to release my right foot boot lace.
I was still all agitated when I laid eyes on the new town realtor.
We've decided to start conversation over one property and see what comes on the market after the superbowl. I hear that is a popular time to put your house on the market.