The floor was caked with mud. It was rippled like rivulets of rain water had washed through. But that didn't make sense because as I looked up, I viewed the roof and walls. After touring a bit more, I told the agent that we wanted it. She was excited by this because someone else wished to take possession of our house. She inquired about the possibility of us vacating our current residence by the end of the weekend. Not wanting to disappoint her, I said yes.
Later, back in my own home, I answered the phone. The agent wanted to discus logistics. I became very overwhelmed. I hadn't even begun to pack. Being more than a little anal, I'm not the type that can grab a box and start tossing things in. Everything must be grouped with similar things, cushioned in a box and then clearly labeled. No way could I get all our stuff packed in a day and a half. I wanted to cry out to the agent, in some way make her feel my anxiety. If she could understand it, then she wouldn't demand this.
Thing is, she wasn't demanding just following up on what I had agreed to do. Once again I'd failed to say "no."