Panic

So we just got a call from our appraiser at 7:40 pm tonight asking to come appraise our house at 2 pm tomorrow afternoon.  He originally wanted to open Liam’s door to look at his room while he’s napping.  I think we finally nixed that idea — I mean, I really want this to happen asap because the suspense is making me crazy and we have all our other projects on hold until we find out if a refinance is possible — but I’ve just spent three days getting Liam back to normal after his refusal to nap during our visit to Athens on Sunday and that’s just not worth it.  I am now freaking out for different reasons because, HELLO, someone is coming to judge my house tomorrow and it’s not exactly in judging shape at the moment…I mean, forget the fact that there still isn’t a baseboard on the wall in the living room that used to be covered in mirrors, and that the entire sliding glass door to the abysmal deck is now exposed because the window treatment fell out of the wall (and we can’t put another one up until we replace the doors which is on hold until we know how much the refinance will cost if we are able to go through with it), and the fact that I’ve been painting the windows in the family room for about two weeks now and I finally scraped one of them this afternoon, but the other one is still a mess so I need to scrape it tonight and somehow vacuum up the mess afterwards without waking Liam, also that our bathroom is a mess, the laundry is all over the house, the office is a total disaster, and there are still centipedes (albeit dead ones) all over the exercise/craft room, additionally that there are logs covering our backyard where the tree fell on our neighbor’s house a year ago, and the fact that the kitchen’s a mess and the bonus room has little bits of stuff all over it and the garage (which was completely emptied and organized a week ago) now has a huge window treatment lying on the floor covering the only space to walk…forget all of that…wait, I can’t…I definitely need chocolate cake and a mug of coffee.  STAT.

ETA:  The guy ended up coming at around 12:20 (after Matt had only been at the office for 45 minutes because he had to wait to vacuum the paint scrapings from the windows downstairs until Liam woke up and Liam decided that this would be a perfect morning to sleep until 10:30) so now it’s all just a waiting game.  Fingers crossed!