(Did you hear? I got a new job, which is very exciting. I start in less than a week. But now we have to sell the house. And to add insult to injury, instead of downloading Angry Birds on my phone, I'm downloading Gallup Poll apps and PolitiFact and any other political app I can find because apparently I'm a grown up now. Or at least I have to act like it.)
Getting a house ready to sell sucks. There is nothing fun about it. Especially when you know that no matter what you do, even if you cover everything in gold, it could take months (a year, sob) to sell and it could be for less than what you bought it for (which happened to be 5 years ago before the recession and the crash of the housing market. So awesome, right?)
At least I have a good attitude about it.
I've realized we have too much stuff. Just too much stuff that we don't even need. A couple of weeks ago, I gave away a bunch of girl clothes to friends who are both due with girls this fall (more babies, woohoo!) and yet, I still found this while cleaning this weekend:
So Goodwill is going to get a visit from us this week.
I spent hours this weekend cleaning out cabinets, closets and throwing away or giving away anything that we can. Here's Peanut's room. And, yes, that is a pink Christmas tree in September. Don't judge.
|For the record, there is nothing on the floor now. It's so clean. And will only remain that way until 7:30 a.m.|
The house is coming together. I have 6 bags of stuffed animals and multiple boxes of toys, clothes and other things that will be put in storage next weekend.
Which brings me to the point of my post. There are some things I think we should all agree upon when it comes to selling a house.
First, you know I still live here. I know that when I go look at a house that people still live there. Let's all cut each other a break and be understanding if it doesn't look like a damn showroom. We are two working parents with one child with is best described as a Tasmanian Devil (Gizmo) and another who just has a lot of stuff. We are trying our best to make the house look great for you but our stuff and toys will still be around. Please understand.
And second, should my first suggestion fail, I think there should be a foster program for parents who are trying to sell their houses. Because I have no idea how we are going to keep the house in mint condition ALL OF THE TIME with these two monsters.
(Eye on the prize. It will be worth it in the end, right? Any tips would be welcomed.)
To combat my Eeyore attitude, I leave you with this cuteness:
|First library card.|
|Hand, hip. Hands, hips. Hand, hip. Workin'. It. Ridiculous.|