Would you like to buy a house? I know of a lovely one that happens to be RILLY RILLY CLEAN on the outside.
And on the inside, well. Um. Actually, it’s much cleaner on the inside than it’s been in a looooong time. I spent most of the weekend and half the night making it ready for listing photos and also so that people walking through will be able to visualize THEIR stuff in MY house rather than thinking things like “Wow, that is a really big stack of yogurt containers.”
Not that people wouldn’t be moved to buy my house on account of my children’s love of yogurt and my penchant for recycling, but just in case.
So anyway, The Great Cleaning of 2007 was a sight to behold. The end results are wonderful, you know, but getting there is a production.
First stage of cleaning: This isn’t so bad! Why, it’s almost sort of nice to start going through things and sorting out what I need and what I don’t. I’ll just make a few piles here. Good. Progress!
Second stage of cleaning: Okay, so I started with one big pile and now I have… three smaller piles. That wasn’t actually all that helpful.
Third stage of cleaning: There’s too much to do. I can’t possibly get it all done. I wonder if I have any cookies?
Fourth stage of cleaning: That’s it. Time to pull out the big guns. Tear it all down, baby! Take EVERYTHING out, clean every surface, be merciless with the decisions and DON’T MAKE ANY PILES. I can do this.
Fifth stage of cleaning: If I haven’t looked at this stuff for seven years, what are the odds that I actually need it? I’ll just put it all in the trash bag. The stuff that isn’t trash I think I can probably give away. Hey, this isn’t so bad.
Sixth stage of cleaning: Christ on a popsicle stick, I’ve been doing this for days. I’m tired. I’m hungry. I’ve filled twelve trash bags. When does it end? Well, it ends today. Anything left on any horizontal surface can just… ummm… get stuffed in a closet.
Aaaand that’s pretty much where we are now. The realtor took pictures and everything looks great, but I probably have some more work I need to do before any actual showings or someone’s gonna die in an avalanche. And I just don’t know if that’s covered under my homeowner’s insurance.
In other news, you’d be amazed at how complicated it can become to pack for a trip when all of the things which are usually conveniently located on the end of your bed or on top of your nightstand or down there on the hope chest are now stuffed in the spare closet somewhere. Go figure.
In other other news, I got to do something really cool recently (when I wasn’t busy preparing to sell my house for a nickel to people who don’t like refrigerator art): I got to interview The Toy Guy. Maybe you’d like to come check it out.