The one with real estate agents and Roadhouse

Around 4:45 this morning I heard this over the monitor: “No, no, no, no” Which, of course, was followed by a blood curdling scream, then silence.

Thinking little man was just having some difficulty with those last few teeth that have started to poke their way out of his gums, I settled back down in bed and closed my eyes.

WRONG!

That was simply the beginning of the end of sleepy time for the young lad, who returned to his disgruntled ways shortly after I thought he had settled himself back down. Of course, that time of day is way too early for us any day of the week, but the fact that I was up until nearly 2am working and preparing everything to file our taxes has made me even crankier than normal.

For instance, I sent an email to an agent to discuss what I hope will be the Great Real Estate Purge of 2010, only to get a rambling, nonsensical response essentially telling me he that his duties as broker in charge and other commitments that he had would keep him super busy through August. He said he filled in an associate on my “case” and that they “should” be in touch, but that I should feel free to contact him if I needed anything.

Umm, WTF did you think I intended by my original email? Not exactly looking for a pen pal there skippy. I was inquiring about your services and, since your email is the one prominently displayed at the top of your website, I felt fairly confident that you would be the best point of contact. Obviously I was wrong and it took every ounce of restraint this morning to not send a snarky reply informing him that I was too busy to wait for him to figure out if he wanted my business.

I guess I should be glad real estate agents are so busy, all I’ve been hearing was that there was a down turn in the market.

Anyone want a condo and/or a fully renovated bungalow in Charlotte?  Homeownership is no longer part of this American’s dream.

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At the rate Captain Destructo is losing his toys clean up time at the end of the day could become much easier.

For Christmas little man received a chair and table set from IKEA so he had a place to sit comfortably and color or play with his books. It didn’t take long for him to repurpose the chairs, standing on them to reach things that were intentionally placed out of said reach.

Eventually we would have to remove both chairs because he had chosen to use them for everything but their intended purpose. The table itself remained because it had become a useful place to eat snacks and collect stuff he wasn’t quite done playing with at least until yesterday.

As I was finishing cleaning up a mess he had made elsewhere in the living room, I turned around to see him lifting the table up so that it was resting on the hind legs. Before I could finish saying “No, don’t you…” he flipped that thing over like he was a bar fight extra in Roadhouse.

Needless to say the table has joined the chairs, his ride and learn bike and other assorted things in our foyer of misfit toys.