Our house has been on the market approximately 24 hours, and I’m already more stressed out than I was on the eve of our wedding. Or the day I gave birth. Or hell, the day I bought this house to begin with.
My former neighbor has assured me that it’s normal to feel more nauseated during the selling process than I did during my entire first trimester of pregnancy. Fan-freaking-tastic.
Anyway, I’m joining Karli @ September F A R M and Amy @ The Farmer’s Wife for this Friday’s oh hey, friday link up. Today I give you what I’ve gathered in my all-informing one day as a seller… plus it’s a mini house tour since someone with a professional camera took photos for me. 😉
uno | cleaning is futile
No matter how many times I clean my gorgeous new floor, I will immediately find a clump of cat hair upon returning the vacuum to it’s rightful home.
This will be followed by Dot furiously smacking her high chair tray so that all of it’s contents end up on said clean floor. Think super crummy stuff, like animal crackers and Cheerios.
Then she’ll lean over in her chair to inspect her work, leaving a nice little pool of drool in the center of my kitchen.
Of course a cat will decide to ralph at that moment, making all of my work null and void.
As soon as that “For Sale” sign is in your front yard, it becomes a beacon. Apparently the sign makes it socially acceptable for every passerby to slow waaaaaayyyyy down in order to appropriately creep your house.
Some people actually stop in the middle of the street. Others make laps in the cul-de-sac, since that’s the most normal thing in the world.
One onlooker may have seen me in my undies this morning at 7:30 a.m. as I looked out the nursery window. Their problem, not mine.
I spent no less than my entire day yesterday cleaning my kitchen for photos. I finished at approximately dinner time, which is when my husband asked, “What are you making for dinner?”
Excuse me?! Do you think I’m going near the stove, much less my shiny granite counters, with FOOD!?
There will be no cooking in this kitchen until further notice. Time to bust out the take out menus. And the beer. Beer is allowed.
I’ll happily admit that I practically never make our bed. I was reminded why I should always embrace that laziness last night.
I spent the entire night trying to get my pillows back to normal.
See, I have a system. I use a body pillow PLUS three specific other pillows to sleep. When I make the bed in an effort to make it look “pretty,” exactly none of those pillows make the cut. Which means when I try to go to sleep at night, my pillows are all out of position or too fluffy… and then I can’t sleep.
I’m not crazy. I swear.
I worry constantly that my house will sell tomorrow and I’ll be homeless. Because it could, and I would be.
And that’s scary.
But I’m also living here like this house isn’t mine anymore. Have you ever tried to get ready for the day while also making sure your house is staged? I lose hair by the handful in the shower. Where should my dirty clothes live? If I brush my teeth, I in turn have to clean the sink. Is it worth it? Where did I put all my hair products when I hid them to “declutter?” Screw it. Top knot wins again.
Can this place just sell already? (says the girl only 24 hours in)