I Want To...

Today has been a wash of emotion for me again. Will this ever end? Several things I want to post about, so things may seem scattered.

First of all, while looking through some random photos, I came across this adorable little guy standing in our front yard 17 years ago when we bought this house. Now we have a for sale sign in the yard, but the little guy is 21 now. He will die when he sees the matching yellow socks. Oh dear...what can a mother say? Was he ever really that little? What happened to the time here?

My day began with the drawn out process of a bone scan. Steve stayed home today to help me navigate that, along with the 10:00 showing of the house by our realtor's company...which meant ALL of the Realtors she works with would be seeing the house. You can only imagine the stress of wanting to get everything just right. I discovered something today that I hadn't realized before, but should have...Steve has a desire for perfection at times like this. It reminded both of us so much of the many times we went to prepare the lake house for rental, linens folded, spotless clean everywhere, furniture polished, etc.

So, we got up early since I had to be at the hospital at 7:30am for the injection, then come back 3 hours later for the scanning. It rained like crazy last night and sometimes when there has been rain like that for several days in a row, the basement gets some water on the floor. We thought there would be no problem, but alas, fate worked against us. Water was on the floor by the back door, which was odd since it had never gathered there. We both nearly had a stroke, with such limited time to wet vac and clean it up!
And I mean STROKE, people!

While Steve was gone to get the wet vac from the garage, I saw that the downspout outside of that backdoor had a hole punctured in it from the chain link fencing and water was coming out of that like a fountain in Vegas. And, guess where the water was going? Right at the stoop on the backdoor. There's our problem, but no time for repairs.

We cleaned up the water and left quickly for the hospital. Got my injection and headed back to check on the floor and pick up the pets. (for the showing) A bit more water had arrived and seeped in, so Steve vacuumed some more.

Quickly we checked all the rooms and grabbed Koko and Zoe to head out. Now please remember that Zoe is an indoor cat. By that I mean she hasn't been outdoors but a couple of times over the last two years. She was mortified...even more so by putting her in the Xterra. (that's right...no pets in Baby) We drove around and ran some errands while Koko barked and Zoe "meowed" constantly for an hour.

Then, Janet the realtor called to tell us we had damp carpet at the backdoor downstairs. No joke! What we DIDN'T know was that ALL of those Realtors are polite when they enter a house to tour and TAKE OFF THEIR SHOES AT THE DOOR!!!!!! So, someone must have felt damp carpet and it was all over. We had disclosed this, of course, but did not have any plans to have a total roomful of Realtors to discover it TODAY!!! I cried. Yes, I did. And felt better.

The bone scan thing for my back was not a big deal, but I won't know any results until I see Dr. Jones in a couple of weeks. But, after everything that morning I was totally wiped out after I got home.

I found my way finally to the couch about 3:00. Janet called at 3:30 to say someone wanted to see the house at 5:30 today...could we manage? Of course! So, here we go again getting everything ready again. Both pets in the XTerra. Zoe is definitely wondering what she did to deserve this and Koko is wondering when she is getting shots!

Tomorrow the window and siding people come, so I imagine there will be another interesting story to tell about how I will manage to see 6 clients while running back and forth to the house.

You all will have to suffer if I suffer.

From Rachel I have taken her topic of "I Want" .....

I want to be remembered.

I want to be always loved.

I want to spend more time enjoying what I work for.

I want to remember more about when my children were young.

I want people to understand me and what is important to me.

I want to take better care of myself.

I want my parents to share all of their stories with me.

I want to be more patient and understanding.

I want to dance.

I want to have no regrets.

I want my children to always know unconditional love.

I want to know what Heaven is like and how my son is doing.

I want my friends, old and new, to feel I am a true friend.

I want to scrapbook most of the millions of photos I have.

I want to be "running when the sand runs out"