Friday, April 3, 2009

Just This

Our house is in contract. On the market one day, two offers, a 30 day escrow, and now there is this: me very almost slightly freaking the fuck out, sad, like a break up, only my house will not get jealous at the thought of me moving on, nor does it notice that I have put on lipstick to make myself feel better. I kiss Bryan. He is happy. Zoey says our house is broken, that is why we are moving and as always, she is right.
I wonder how I got here.

Last week we had painters at the house, two guys: Tony and James. James brought donuts and talked to Zoey about the color pink. I sat in the living room and pretended not to be uncomfortable with two strange men working on my house while I did nothing. Later Zoey started crying, screaming really. I HAVE TO FART! she kept yelling. I HAVE TO FART! She crawled onto my lap, tried climbing up my chest and into the crook of my neck. I HAVE TO FART! Well then fart, I whispered quietly into her ear, not knowing what else to say. But she wouldn't, or couldn't, and she kept screaming. Sshhh, I was embarrassed, knowing that Tony and James were just down the hallway painting the rooms not pink but ecru. Just fart, a Nike swoosh endorsed by this mother, but she would not stop. Do you have to go poo? I asked. But I HAVE TO FART! is all she would say.
I don't know why, but these stories are somehow related, the selling of my house and that. Shit happens? I don't know. Am I embarrassed about having to sell my house? Yes, I think so. I mean really, how did I get here? But everybody poops and I choose to believe that this will be good in the end, a release. Faith, a trust without proof that someday soon I will once again buy chicken breasts knowing full well I will never cook them.

13 comments:

Sarahviz said...

That picture cracked me up. We call it "fooping" or "sharting" in the Trenches.

Erin said...

Congrats on the house sale! If only I can be so lucky next week...

Anonymous said...

congratulations Susannah! I hope all goes well with the closing!

Vanessa said...

Ah, the dreaded shart. Of course this will be good in the end! I have no doubt you're gonna come out on top.

Charlee said...

Wow, that is amazing your house sold so quickly in this crazy market. There is something BIG out there just waiting for all of you!

Courtney said...

I'm thinking of you and your fam right now. Congrats on the selling, but poo on leaving behind your lovely home. You are one strong woman, Susannah, and I know you must be going through a mix of emotions. Here's hoping things are quickly on the rise and moving on to bigger and better. I know it doesn't seem that way now, but I have a feeling you're one of those people who ALWAYS ends up on top!

Jules said...

Congratulations, yes. But I know how you must feel. I'd be equal turns happy and utterly devastated.

benson said...

WOW!! Call the media and let them know that houses do sell without being in foreclosure. SO happy for your future...put your shades on--it's that bright.

Simply AnonyMom said...

COngrats on the house selling. That is awesome! I wish we could sell our house. i never wanted it in the first place and now it is a burden. Oh well, live and learn right.

ZDub said...

I glad that your house sold quickly, but sad for you at the same time. My mother's house has been on the market since November. She has had two serious buyers and no one can get financed for a loan.

Sucks.

David Brenner with a sex change said...

Having never been a house owner I'm reminded of the 'ole 'tis better to have love and lost than to have never loved at all.' Whether it is true or not, I can't say, but for those of us who have never even had the feeling of owning ahome, it seems like both are bittersweet. It's all part of the journey. Down the road I bet you'll be in even a better place.

Maggie May said...

That picture!!

Congrats and I'm sorry. Both.

krista said...

how does that guy NOT know that he crapped his pants?

as out of sorts as you might feel, just remember one thing:
not only are you NOT the guy who crapped his pants...you are also NOT the asshole who took his picture.

and, yes, i do think there is a metaphor in zoey needing to fart and you whispering to her to let it out. i'm just not sure i can do it justice.