“Doing anything fun this weekend?” a friend asks.

“Not at all,” I replied.   And at the time, I had no clue about how much fun I would not be having. After cleaning and removing clutter all Saturday morning we were ready for the afternoon inspections. The first one was the comprehensive Home Inspection at noon. The Pool & Spa Inspection was scheduled for 2:00 pm.

The buyer’s, their Real Estate agent, and 6 inspectors showed up early. Both inspections started simultaneously at 11:30 am. We should have gone out to lunch because it was excruciating. But we were home because it was Saturday, our day to do chores.  Hubby was mowing lawns and pruning when I got home from running errands. I knew there was trouble when I saw the 5 vehicles parked together at the curb and none belonged to our kids.

It was so weird to see all those people in my house and yard. Using all the appliances, turning on all the lights, leaving the front and back doors wide open, looking into all the cabinets and closets,  running water in all the sinks and showers at the same time – full blast.  Everything our kids got in trouble for doing. Six strangers were doing this to my house, and California law says I have to let them.

A couple of guys were very rough with things and the blinds in the den got ripped away from the window sill, fell and scratched my new printer.  And whoever did it never disclosed that it happened at all.  Nice.  Then there was a guy commenting about how dirty the windows were. I wanted to throw a bucket of soapy water and a squeegee at him (even though he was right.)

The couple wanting to buy the house came in all happy and smiling. After 2 and a half hours of listening to everything wrong with the place, they did not leave happy and smiling. The husband seemed to be particularly depressed. “No doubt looking forward to his honey-do list”, said my hubby knowingly.

I’m certain that we have seen the last of those people.  Now I’m  incredibly depressed…