Humor, God's Style?

Ok, so you know we have to move to the Reservoir, right? Let me fill you in on the few bits of humor, or patience tests, that we've had so far. One of our friends is a real estate man and has agreed to help us. We were all set to put the house on the market a few weeks ago when our agent developed blood poisoning and was put in the hospital for a week. No problem, we'll just place the house "For Sale By Owner" until he's back on his feet (which, praise God, he is now out of the hospital-still has to have an IV everyday and limit his walking but at least he's alive). We take a few more days to work on the house and then we place out the signs on the road. That was Saturday.

Saturday afternoon we leave for Church, not hearing anything from a potential buyer. Sunday evening services are cancelled due to Father's Day so we head home after the morning service. Buy the time we grab drive through at Sonny's BBQ and get to the house it's 2:30. We're starving, our weekend bags have been dropped on the floor, whatever right? WRONG! We get a call that a lady wants to see the house, like NOW! AAAAAGH! Thankfully, Brian buys us until 4:00 which is just enough time to finish eating and hide all the evidence.

Long story, I know, but here's where the "HUMOR" fits in. I send Meg outside with the directions to look at the house as if you've never seen it before. Find anything that's out of place. While she's walking around outside, I'm doing the same inside. When I head into my bedroom, I notice something moving on our bedside tables...ANTS, millions of ants! In the three years we've been in this house, we've NEVER had ant. We don't eat in our room, we don't drink in our room. What's weird is that they were coming in from behind the bed and splitting up to go to the tables; no ants were anywhere else...no bed, no floor, no wall, just tables. I freak out and yell for Brian to come help me. Have I mentioned that Brian had his top two wisdom teeth taken out Friday and was feeling poorly by now? Poor baby, but suck it up, we've got a house to sell!

We are on ant patrol when we hear Meg screaming by the front door. I come running to see how she's dying, yes, it's that type of scream. To my horror she is outside the front door pointing at a BAT! Once again, we've lived here for three years and have NEVER had a bat! Meg's freaking out screaming, "What is that thing? For real, what is that thing?" Here we go again... BRIAN! Have I mentioned how great it is to have a man in the house?

Infestation taken care of, and with a scant two minutes to spare, I throw some cookie dough in the oven for a homey appeal and wallah, here is our prospect. We send the kids around the neighborhood with our dog so we can tour uninterrupted. I know it's hot, but what's a mom to do? The prospect adores the house, loves the neighborhood, thinks it's perfect for her and her husband, yadda, yadda, yadda. Only problem is that her husband is still in Houston and she doesn't want to sign anything without his approval. Understandable. Keli to the rescue...I take some pics and e-mail them to the husband. Cross your fingers. I think the fact that she stayed for a while is a good sign. My poor kids kept calling on Meg's phone asking if it was time to come home, if we forgot about them, if it was ok to die on the road from heat, ect.

Lesson learned? Always keep your head in the game, a sense of humor in your heart, and a bottle of ant poison & bat broom at the ready :)