I was going to start off with, “someday this will be funny” but truthfully — it already is.
Selling a house is stressful. You have to allow strangers in your home and the cleaning!!!! Who lives like this in real life?! Not me.
It is like you have to erase all evidence that you exist.
All the things you see in that photo disappear when there is a showing. So does my toothbrush, shampoo, dog water bowel, and any evidence that clothes are worn or towels are used in this house.
Harper B needs rugs to navigate — they all disappear.
In addition to frantic cleaning and general existence erasure, I also have to herd cats — and I mean that literally.
I lost sleep trying to figure out what to do with the cats, which includes two who are feral rescues and never let me forget it. One minute I am slightly acceptable and the next they are hissing at me 🤷🏼♀️
Interestingly, managing the cats has been easier than dealing with five excited dogs who think we are going someplace super fun every.single.time when in fact, we just drive on the dirt road at approximately 2.5 mph. So far we have seen a small elk herd, a brand new fawn, and we are tracking these beautiful lupines.
There are good reasons I never, ever take the dogs anyplace together and I am reminded of this every time I have to load them up. One of those reasons is my van isn’t really big enough and so Sparkle gets to be the co-pilot, which is why we drive very slowly and only on the backroads.
Sparkle is enjoying living dangerously 😬
I read someplace that a house is shown between 10 and 25 times before it sells. I decided to be average and so I am thinking I have to show the house 18 times before it sells. I keep track on my white board.
Six frantic showings so far — 13 to go!
As I was trying to leave preceding one of those showings, I knocked over a can of cleaner as I was putting away the window cleaner. Much swearing and speed vacuuming ensued.
Another time I was cleaning the floor downstairs and rePete helpfully threw up on it. That taught me to herd the cats before doing anything else down there.
I have figured out the exact best process for loading dogs for our thrilling backroad adventures — by doing it wrong and having a dog who shall remain shamed but unnamed be so excited that she tore a soft crate.
Hint.
There is an offer and maybe two — but I am not sure it/they will be acceptable. We’ll see — that is my new motto for everything, btw.
There is another showing this afternoon — and so the Big Fun continues 😂
I hope your day is just a wee bit less adventurous ❤️