Friday evening- Receive call from realtor announcing a showing on Wednesday at four thirty.
Saturday morning- Begin worrying about curb appeal of house; decide to spend Memorial Day weekend extending flower bed, putting in edger stones around flower bed, weeding, and planting. Make three trips to Home Depot and one to Meijer to purchase supplies, while husband does lion's share of actual, physical work. Feel guilty and do a little actual, physical work oneself.
Sunday and Monday- Refer to above.
Tuesday- Dust living room and master bedroom, clean and organize lots of random shelves, and scrub stove top. Vacuum upholstery, wash throw blankets, put away laundry, straighten up kids' rooms.
Wednesday- Clean bathroom, vacuum carpets, dust den, sweep kitchen and laundry room. Quickly re-dust living room, where dog hair has settled overnight. Wash, dry, and put away two more loads of laundry. Unload and load dishwasher. Scrub kitchen counters. Make beds. Empty trash cans. Wipe fingerprints from windows and TVs.
Wednesday evening- Get another call from realtor asking to show the house next day at noon. Foolishly agree, even while being aware that you are babysitting two other kids next morning and will be hard pressed to keep up the tidiness while entertaining and feeding four children.
Thursday morning- Keep kids outside as much as possible, even going so far as to put them to work sweeping your front porch. "Help" them pick up Care Bears, Lincoln Logs, Legos, and play kitchen food, load dishwasher with sippy cups and plates, wipe fingerprints off coffee and kitchen tables, and clean up some dubious looking bathroom messes. Make beds. Take kids to meet your mom for lunch. Wonder what you would do without her to help you entertain children in restaurant.
Thursday evening- Reaffirm decision to take house off market if these two showings don't result in anything further. Especially as your realtor also called to tell you that once again an offer has been made on the house you want, and it looks like you may lose it. Sigh in combined dismay and relief. Ponder a summer of fixing up your house and yard just as you want it, without worrying about what might appeal to strangers who are, for all you know, just touring area houses for the heck of it and have no intention of buying the house you just feverishly cleaned for them. Sigh again. It is all relief, that sigh. Contentment and relief.
P.S. The contest for the nursing cover is officially CLOSED, so stay tuned for the announcement of the lucky winner!