I so think that whoever came to look at our house today should make an offer because I so don't want to go through that again.
After all, I'm not so mechanically dis-inclined that I can't even wash a window without it looking like this:
On a Saturday, less than 24 hours before a showing.
Nor am I the kind of housekeeper who would find the missing spatula when one of the mop strands caught on it under the oven and sent it spinning across the floor. Once in possession of it, there is no way I would have stood there torn for a moment before shoving it in the oven.
Also, I'm a night owl. I work best when the rest of the world is winding down. Therefore it is thoroughly inconceivable that I would have laid down to nurse the baby at such and early hour as eleven and fallen sound asleep, leaving me with way to much to do with young children about.
I'm not the kind of mom who would have sat them down in front of hulu.com to watch episode after episode of Fat Albert while I cleaned and painted and straightened.
After reading about all there is to read about how to show your home, I also would not have spent extra time in the front room, cleaning the entry way and making sure that first impression was the best impression possible only to remember as we were leaving that they would be entering through the back door.
And I'm most certainly not the kind of mom who would near a meltdown fifteen minutes after coming home to an almost perfectly clean house (minus the spatula and pot in the oven) because the kitty litter had already been dumped, clothes were already strewn about the house, bathwater was already being splashed out and somehow a round of cups had migrated to various parts of the house. Because I'm totally the calm, cool and collected type.
At the end of it all, however, I sat in the playroom and nursed the baby while watching Bear and L.E. Fant paint on the back porch. There was something about the blue sky, the gentle breeze tussling their hair and the intentness of their activity that was peaceful.
Pause a moment, take a deep breath and relish in the glory of creation kind of peaceful.
That's how I want our summer days to be. That crazy lady I don't know can go away now. . . and maybe even stay away if those people would only make a decent offer.
After all, I'm not so mechanically dis-inclined that I can't even wash a window without it looking like this:
On a Saturday, less than 24 hours before a showing.Nor am I the kind of housekeeper who would find the missing spatula when one of the mop strands caught on it under the oven and sent it spinning across the floor. Once in possession of it, there is no way I would have stood there torn for a moment before shoving it in the oven.
Also, I'm a night owl. I work best when the rest of the world is winding down. Therefore it is thoroughly inconceivable that I would have laid down to nurse the baby at such and early hour as eleven and fallen sound asleep, leaving me with way to much to do with young children about.
I'm not the kind of mom who would have sat them down in front of hulu.com to watch episode after episode of Fat Albert while I cleaned and painted and straightened.
After reading about all there is to read about how to show your home, I also would not have spent extra time in the front room, cleaning the entry way and making sure that first impression was the best impression possible only to remember as we were leaving that they would be entering through the back door.
And I'm most certainly not the kind of mom who would near a meltdown fifteen minutes after coming home to an almost perfectly clean house (minus the spatula and pot in the oven) because the kitty litter had already been dumped, clothes were already strewn about the house, bathwater was already being splashed out and somehow a round of cups had migrated to various parts of the house. Because I'm totally the calm, cool and collected type.
At the end of it all, however, I sat in the playroom and nursed the baby while watching Bear and L.E. Fant paint on the back porch. There was something about the blue sky, the gentle breeze tussling their hair and the intentness of their activity that was peaceful.
Pause a moment, take a deep breath and relish in the glory of creation kind of peaceful.
That's how I want our summer days to be. That crazy lady I don't know can go away now. . . and maybe even stay away if those people would only make a decent offer.
I feel your angst. But you also totally made me feel the peace.
I also love your little blurb on the sidebar explaining the title of your blog, "A Very Nearly Tea". Sweet!
Blessings & best wishes with it all,
Alisa (also a nightowl) ^_^
Bless you, bless you! I too have had to keep houses 'show ready' with small children all around my ankles. Praying for you that you get an offer quickly!
Blessings!
I've decided that is the greatest blessing of nursing. A forced time out for mom (and all those hormones that sort of relax you anyway!)
Except that didn't work well before the showing. It only gave me time to stare at a wall for twenty minutes and notice every scrape, piece of dirt and blemish in the wall.
Yes, I did that for 5 months while hubby was 1800 miles on the other side of the country. Little kids, homeschooling, craziness... oh yeah. I feel for you!
Have you seen my article about selling a house while homeschooling? It might help a little. Praying for sanity and ease!
Have so been there--and my kids agree with yours--a clean house is time for a mess.
I was stressed all the time selling our old house, but it worked out fine. Can't even imagine selling our present house; too cluttered!
It will be all worth it for you when you're moved & settled - one day at a time lol!
i hope that offer came through! stressful indeed...hope it all paid off...