With all the baby stuff I’ve been writing about, I think I forgot to mention that we’re having an open house on Sunday. So if you’re in the area and want to come by to check out all the stuff we’ve done to our house, feel free to drop by. We won’t be here, but you can meet Renee, our very nice realtor. And there will be cookies.
(I’m really half-kidding because I don’t expect anyone who reads this to want to go, but in the off chance that you do want to stop by but don’t know our address, email me and I’ll get you the directions.)
I’m not that worried about the open house because I think very few people ever show up for them. My parents had three when they were trying to sell their house, and the only people who came were the neighbors. So, meh, whatever. I am, however, a little nervous about the “Broker’s Open” on Tuesday, when a whole slew of local realtors will come tour our place. Mostly because I’m worried that they’ll tell Renee a whole bunch of things that we need to fix or change around the house, and I’m not looking forward to putting in any more work than we already have.
So yeah, Sunday from 1:00 to 4:00. It starts right smack in the middle of naptime. That’ll be fun. I’m hoping that Cate will fall asleep in the car and Dave and I can just go park somewhere and let the child sleep for a while. We’ll see how that works out for us. I’m going to bring a book, just in case it works.