I may have mentioned a few weeks ago that we are selling our house. What we are actually doing is showing our house. To whoever wants to look at it.
Technology has changed the real estate game. Now agents can call my cell phone to make appointments to see the house. I’m supposed to get a 2 hour notice, but sometimes, well, let’s just say that it’s more like a 2 hour made-for-tv movie without the commercial breaks notice. And I’ve been very accommodating.
But I’m starting to feel like Carrie on prom night. No, no one has thrown pigs blood on me (or my house) but I have been stood up. Twice.
I realize the real estate agents don’t know I have 3 small children. Nor do they know that one of them is on the Autism Spectrum and showing the house alone sometimes puts him in such a tizzy that it takes several days to recover. But doesn’t common courtesy demand that if you aren’t going to keep an appointment you call (or text) to cancel?
I clearly think so. Me, and my old fashioned manners.
All venting aside, this is a strange process. Keeping my house beautiful so strangers can tromp through it judging it in just a few minutes. It’s enough to make me change my mind about the whole process. Almost.
But the next one that stands me up? I may bill them for my time, energy and effort. Or record one of Jett’s tantrums and leave it on their voice mail. That’s only fair, right?