Sheer Insanity

That's really the only term I could think of that could describe the past few days.

My life as a sane person officially ended last Wednesday afternoon when sweet Sophia, our leasing manager, decided to go to Chattanooga to get married, leaving me with the 1) rental phone 2) responsibility of taking calls 3) responsibility of renting properties and 4) no hope.

Sidebar: In case you're wondering why rental calls = no hope, imagine this: Take the dumbest people in the world and offer them the chance to rent the cutest, most advertised, most affordable rental properties in Murfreesboro and Smyrna. Then, give them your phone number.

Yeah. It's that much fun.

Friday, with Dawson in tow and rental phone in hand, I headed to Chattanooga to accompany my dad to the closing of my grandfather's house and to attend Sophia and Caleb's wedding.

My dad did a ton of work to my Papaw's house...updating it, painting, landscaping...you name it. All of his work paid off because he sold it himself to a family friend. Before we went to the closing, I took Dawson for a swim in Papaw's pool...this is where I learned to swim, spent countless summer days and had many birthday parties and my high school graduation party. There were many, many tears shed as I walked out of my Papaw's house for the last time.





Mark, the buyer, was beside himself with excitement to be purchasing his first home. He grew up with my dad and uncles, and would play at their house all the time as a kid. So, he's coming full circle in purchasing the home.




Saturday, my mom and I spent the first part of the day shopping, and then David met Dawson and I to attend Sophia and Caleb's wedding. It was BEAUTIFUL!! We attended the reception at the Chattanooga Golf and Country Club and then headed back to Murfreesboro.



Sunday, we worked all day while D-Man spent some Q-T with his Aunt Meagan. Then, we met Meagan, Moo, Web and Vance at Red Robin for some hamburgers and onion rings. Yummy!

Monday was again spent at the office...Dawson in his Pack n' Play and I with the rental phone, banging my head against the wall. Isn't it sad when you're good at something that you hate? Six leases in five days isn't bad, yes? Albeit I accused someone of being "learning-impaired" and said on more than one occasion: "Call back when you've learned how to speak English." Gah.

Today? Much, much better. I gladly returned the rental phone to Mrs. Sophia Heath, cleaned my house and actually took a nappy with Dawson!

And! His full set of pictures arrived from Krista today...here's a sneaky-peeky!