We're planning on putting up the house for sale in a month or so. In the hopes of not having to use a realtor, we're going the 'for sale by owner' route and have been putting the word out.
So, this afternoon, someone calls to look at the house (the wife of my husband's co-worker). It's about 1pm and I had done absolutely no cleaning before that point, having run errands instead of cleaning. One errand involved picking up the on-hold DVDs of "Firefly" at the library, which I have never seen. As soon as we got home and ate lunch, the boys went down for a nap and I began watching the pilot.
So she calls at 1pm as she's walking up my driveway to the front door. Um, what do I say? "I know you're already here, but can you give me an hour to throw the clutter in a closet and change the rotten diapers on my children whom I've ignored for the past hour?" Well, I didn't. I let her see my tornado-thrashed house, including the bedroom I just finished painting and hadn't cleaned up yet.
Maybe I'll be lucky and they'll still be interested in the house.