6:29 pm
Selling the MIL House Part 1

Leading up to the closing on the sale of my MIL’s house, the BILs assured The Man (via email) that they would be available to help with preparing the house. I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised when we showed up at the house that no one was there and the place was a mess. I told The Man that it made me want to cry.

For the next 9 hours The Man and I busted our butts sifting through the detritus and cleaning up as best we could. The one saving grace was that the prospective owner showed up in the afternoon and did not seem distressed by the state of the house. In fact she requested that we leave a number of items.

Sometime that afternoon, BIL the Younger did show up. He stayed for maybe 2 hours, gathered a few items up that he wanted, told us he didn’t want the rest then left.

As the rest of the day went on we anticipated that BIL the Elder would be at least stopping by after work. When 6:45PM came around The Man called BIL’s house. One of his children answered and said that BIL would be home around 7PM and he would give him a message to call. When it got to be close to 9PM I asked The Man to call BIL and make sure that he wasn’t on the way so that we could leave for the night. Of course BIL the Elder was home, claimed he didn’t have our cell phone number and gosh it was just too darn late to come by the house now. Now, something to know about BIL the Elder is that he loves to talk. He doesn’t say anything of importance, though. So I’m standing in this filthy house looking at The Man for 20 minutes as he hardly says anything into the phone. Then after a while I realize that his BIL put their mother on the phone. At this point I lost it. I broke down. I walked out of the house hysterical and sat in the car to wait. It didn’t take too long for The Man to come out.

I feel a little bad about losing it because I know this weekend was really hard for The Man. But at this point I was tired, dirty, smelly, disappointed and thinking about my MIL coming back to my house.

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