The house is supposedly rented as of today.
I haven't heard from the property manager, so I guess everything went well.
I called Son #1 and yelled and screamed at him 'cause he promised to do things that were not done. He called me back, after receiving the message, at 9:30 am, to tell me that he was on the way over to accomplish some of the tasks.
Wow. Great.
Now he is getting in the zone and we are out of time. At least he is cleaning the pool and it will look sparkly for the new tenants.
It is now ten of seven in the evening and I haven't heard from the property management company or the new tenants.
Maybe this is a good thing, maybe I can relax.
Maybe I can get some sort of life.
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