By The Wiz
The house is pristine. Cabinets glowing, fresh flowers beckoning, staged books placed ‘just so’, all in the hopes of getting a buyer. The house should be on the internet ready to look at tonight, and the sign shows up sometime today or tomorrow. May God have mercy on my soul.
Getting the house ready was so not fun. Well, the two major trips to the dump were kind of fun. There’s something really cleansing about getting rid of your crap. And thank heaven above for friends that help you design and stage your house, and husbands who aren’t above doing manual labor, and parents who have no problem with you raiding their house for random end tables and paintings, and in laws with a basement they’ll let you use for extra furniture, all in an effort to make this house look like it’s the perfect home for, well, anybody. It takes a village,baby.
But the painting, the fixing, the hauling, the cleaning, the overwhelmingness of it all, the rocking back and forth while in a fetal position, that was less than fun.
And so now it starts. The waiting for the phone to ring so you can get out for any number of hours, and hope that this buyer is THE buyer. The frantic vacuuming and dusting. The hope that your children will understand that mommy’s craziness over spills is a temporary thing, and that you will not scar them for life, although somehwere in the back of your mind, you hope that all this constant cleaning will stick, and they will continue to make their beds and clean their rooms.
The only shows I ever watch now are “Designed to Sell” and “Sell This House”. I’m getting a little obsessive.
I decided I needed a mental break, and I watched American Idol on Tuesday for the first time. All I have to say, is what is UP with this Sanjaya person and why is he still in the competition?
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