No solicitation.

We have a problem in Suburbia.

Yesterday, my door bell rang three times. I did what I always do – I hid, peeked out the window, and let my two dogs bark at the door. It was two different solicitors selling two different products. One came back within 30 minutes which is totally weird, dude.

Adding a “No solicitation” sign has always been on my to-do list. It shot right up to the top of the list after I saw my neighbor’s version of “No solicitation.”


Melissa is one hell of a woman. A woman after my own heart. Not only do I crave deep-dish pizza but I also love a good writing project to keep the solicitors in check.



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Um, come someone please give me any pointers on how to get this house ready to be sold with two little kansas tornados following me around?

Seriously.  How in the world am I going to do this?  I touched up all the paint on the walls last night.  Today–spaghetti sauce handprints all over the walls, at about Kate’s height.  I had my dad shampoo our carpet about a month ago.  Today–Belle had the shits.  Like all over the house.  I mopped and cleaned the kitchen last week.  Can’t even tell today.

This house will look like a foreclosed house when people come through.  It really will.  It will look like we got mad at the bank and threw paint all over the walls.  No joke.

I feel like on normal days, if I can vacuum and pick up the toys at the end of the day, it’s a success.  But these are not normal days.  I have to do that and stay on top of everything. Ahhhh!!!

This is just crazy. My kids are crazy.  I’m going crazy.  Scott is far from crazy.  He’s all laid-back about the whole situation.

Help!  Someone please take my kids until our house is sold. Thanks!