My husband and I purchased our home two months after we got married. We had been living downtown and didn’t want to give up that lifestyle. Plus, it was just us, so we got a small three bedroom home close to downtown and a mile from the beach. Three bedrooms! Two more bedrooms than we needed, and way more space than we needed or were used to. Then, only four months later, I was pregnant with Juliet. Okay, so now we had a nursery and a guest room. Perfect. Then, only four months after Juliet was born, I was pregnant with Anniston. Still okay. Sure, no guest room, but a bedroom for each girl, what more could we need?
So glad you asked.
We need more space!! We need a play room. We need somewhere to hide the eight million toys that are currently under our television, well actually, if I am being honest, they are currently all over my living room, kitchen, dining room, bathroom… you get the picture.
So, when we finally decided it was time to give up the beach and our downtown lifestyle that is currently nonexistent, I could not have been more excited. The day our realtor came over to list our house was one of the most exciting days ever. Finally, we would get the space we needed!
But then there are showings. Oh, showings, such a love/hate relationship I have with you. To be exact, there are 15 reasons why the hate part of the relationship seems so much stronger.
- Our house did not sell after the first showing.
- They will always be scheduled at the worst possible times, on the worst possible days.
- People have weird smells, and I can still smell them when I get home after a showing.
- Every person that has looked at our house has worn men’s work boots. I swear. Tracks and tracks of work boots across my wood floors. Every time.
- Our house did not sell after the second showing.
- People have the most absurd feedback. Like they didn’t want wood floors. Okay, great, why did you even come look at our house? My kids could have been napping, thank you.
- They are always running late. One time I decided I could drive around with the girls during the 30 minute showing window. That worked out great until the people were 45 minutes late. My girls got an amazing two hour tour of the city that day.
- I am constantly cleaning. Like, a different kind of cleaning. The kind of cleaning you do when you know people are going to come in your home and judge every inch of it.
- I wish I could do the showings. Tell the people to buy my house, and be done with it. Easy.
- Our house did not sell after the third showing.
- They have turned what used to be an exciting activity – going to Barnes and Noble and playing with the “choo choos” – into something that is no longer fun. Plus, I think every employee in there now knows us and wonders why we have nothing better to do than trash their children’s floor everyday.
- I am constantly nervous that a perfectly good day is going to be ruined by a phone call saying that we have a showing in one hour.
- I need them. I hate that I need them so much. I don’t even have the opportunity to say, “No. I don’t feel like letting people look at my house today.” Because what if they were the people.
- It is super creepy to leave your house knowing that strangers are about to pull up and walk in. I don’t like it.
- Our house did not sell after the fourth showing.
So there it is. 15 reasons why I hate showings. Now I’m going to get back to staring at my phone, hoping my realtor calls with another showing. Somebody pleeeease buy my house!