We have someone coming to look at the house this afternoon. Yesterday, our realtor called and said they were wanting to come look at it that afternoon and I freaked and told them no way. It was somewhat messy but that is easy to reverse. It was the laundry that was the problem. You can't hide laundry from people who are checking every nook and cranny of your house. What was I going to do? I had to be at The Growing Kids Sale in a few hours and the mountain of laundry seemed to be mating and producing new clothes by the minute. I called a couple of people and offered them groceries in exchange for labor but no one was able to take me up on it. My sister-in-law, Ashlie, calmed me down and helped me to see that it doesn't have to look perfect here when someone comes to look at it. The fact that I have laundry around isn't going to make or break a sale. And do you know what? It is almost all done. I have the last load in the washer, the house is clean and I don't have to mess with the outside because it is raining. All that panicking for nothing.
I really liked this picture until Adam asked if she was showing him a booger. Now that's all I can see when I look at it. (And it wasn't a booger.)
I like this picture of Jason. It's so very him.