We're in the weird house selling limbo these days. It's spring-ish here and our onions are coming up in the garden and the bulbs we've planted are going to bloom soon. There are all of these familiar turning season things happening and yet, it already doesn't feel like our house anymore as we anticipate moving on. We've had quite a few showings which are exciting, disruptive, and just plain weird. I'm finding shed hair all over our house that certainly isn't ours and our doorknobs have been turned so much that they need tightening all the time! Luckily we have a small breather in the schedule today and tomorrow. Since I work at the shop on Thursday afternoons and we have a babysitter we basically said we weren't available, it's just to hectic. No showings are scheduled today so that means we have 48 hours where no one has to see our house except for us and our babysitter. When Clara asked me what I wanted to do today I said, "I want to play with toys and make as much mess as we want and not clean anything." She laughed and said I was weird.
Oddly, I can't seem to stop cleaning. It's become such second nature to me at this point to pick up everything, actually it's become all of our nature to pick up everything -- even Clara is joining in and cleaning up things without being asked. It's bizarre! So today I bring you our attempts to not clean our house (and a Bob progress report). For those of you who have been to our house, the funny part is this may be the cleanest you have ever seen it. ha ha ha
This is my tiny decorating indulgence in our dining room. I had to keep some knitting books/supplies out because, well, it's my job, and honestly I think I would go crazy if I packed it all! So I decorated with knitting books, yarn, and other random objects. All animals pictured are ones that produce yarn... one of the bowls even has a picture of bamboo on it. You'd have to be a fiber geek to get the reference without having it pointed out, but it makes me smile. I thought the stager was going to take this apart but he said it was great. woot.
I can't believe the stager let us keep the yellow lego sculpture that Josh whipped up playing with the girls. We kind of put it there as a joke.
Another funny thing about Bob is he is deeply in love with our real estate agent. So much so that he has to hang out in the basement during showings because he tries to climb him. Josh, the agent, and I will be hanging out discussing things -- like when we were signing the listing papers, and he'll just climb into his arms. It's adorable and crazy. Lest you think we're abusing him, he loves the basement and now asks to go down there. I've put another litter box down there and he has lots of soft places to sleep and windows to watch the squirrels. It's nearly as clean as the rest of the house, so it's perfectly safe for him. The people seeing the house go into the basement eventually and Bob can come out when they do. He would just jump everyone for pets the minute they get in otherwise. Without fail he has smelled like the agent's cologne every time we come home after a showing, so I know he gets some pets from him before he locks up and leaves.
I really don't know how people handle having their house on the market for long periods of time. All sarcasm about towels we can't use and generating garbage aside, the limbo is kind of getting to me and it's been just over a week since our house went on the market. We have a pretty good idea of where we want to move and it would be so nice to put an offer on that property and start planning our next step -- instead of just dreaming about it. We have another showing on Friday morning -- people coming to take a second look. Please pray that it is beautiful sunny weather with a nice breeze off the river and they adore it and offer us lots of money! okay? In the meanwhile I'm going to intentionally leave that milk ring on the counter and maybe pull out a really messy craft project and leave my sewing machine dining room table overnight. It's wild and crazy over here, let me tell you!