Warning! Stay off The Tracks!

Brunhilda here
You know that feeling you get, the one when you're watching something about to crash and you know you should stop and do something? Like someone on the tracks when a train is coming. You want to help,but then it all just happens anyway. Well, today that is how I felt as a perfectly nice condo in Chicago's River North neighborhood went from wow to oh no you didn't!
Our new seller lives out of the state. He asked us to list his condo here in Chicago. He hasn't seen the place for over 2 years. He and his wife moved out but decided not to sell it back then. Instead they rented it to a lovely young couple. They say that their tenants are great. They never make a late payment, so they are sure they must be very orderly, organized people. We make our appointment to go see the home before putting the condo up for sale.
We are very excited about this great building, right in the heart of the Cathedral District's section of River North. Perfect! Beautiful building, across the street from a Whole Foods Grocery store which makes it even better. Randee calls to set the appointment. There's a child crying in the background. The tenant agrees to have us over later the same day. She is very specific about being there at exactly 11:15 a.m.
We arrive on the dot, 11:15. Mom and tot greet us at the door. He's about 3 and very cute. Looking past her shoulder, there are toys all over, a child size table is in the living room where a couch should be. It is covered with Play Dough. There is a slide and plastic kitchen set up where the dining room table should be. There are streamers hanging from the ceiling and over the fireplace. The walls of the living room have paper drawings taped up proudly displaying the toddler's doodles and scribbles. That's just the beginning.
After a tour of the home, which is cluttered and very child-centric in a bad way mom, sits us down in adult-sized furniture with a child sized chair for the kid. She then reads us the rules. She asks us to please give her 48 hours notice for any showings and not to show the home between 9:30am-11:00am or 1:30pm-3:00pm or 5:00-7pm
Then she says that noon isn't good either because it is lunch time and 4:00 is difficult because she is preparing dinner. And 7pm is hard because that would be bath time.
I feel myself beginning to boil over. But this one time Randee holds me back. Darn her ex-preschool-teacher-understanding-patient-self! This was a perfect set up for a quick burst of Brunhilda-style confrontation. I am vigilantly present.
Randee explains that we have to compromise and suggests ways to pick up after the toddler to make the home more appealing to potential buyers. She even agrees to the 48 hour notice and two nap-time blocks on showing. She also points out how very nice it would be if they could take the monster, I mean child, for a brief walk during showings since they will only take about 20 minutes. Randee thinks they have reached an understanding. Poor thing.
Mom shoots what looks to me to be an evil little sneer at Randee.
Brunhilda signing off but waiting. A crash is coming!