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This is not the house I live in

This weekend our house went up on the market and I think I might go crazy by the time it sells. If you have never sold a house, let me explain the process. You take the house that you normally live in and do all of the projects that you wish you had done when you moved in. You look around and say, gee, why didn't we do this sooner? Then you clean, and clean, and clean again. If you have a toddler, you will probably clean four times as much as you normally do. The reason for this is that your toddler knows when you are trying to clean. In order to create balance in his little universe, he has to undo everything you do in an equal proportion. For example, I recently cleaned the house to do a photo shoot for our real estate listing. I started with the living room and worked my way back to the bedrooms, taking pictures along the way. By the time I was finished, Davin had already dumped some dirt from a pot in the living room and I had to start all over in there again. The result of all of your efforts to clean, remodel, and polish is that you have a house you would like to live in but don't. Here is a picture of what I would like my kitchen to look like:



But add in a toddler and you get this:
Hopefully we'll find a buyer soon. If you know of someone interested in a two bedroom condo, send them our way.*
*Toddler not included.



Comments

Stephanie said…
I feel your pain. I hope you have more luck than we have had selling our condo. If I could just keep the place clean all the time, I wouldn't mind the showings. 4 months on the market so far and counting.
Katie. How come you're moving? What are you guys up to now? Hope you're doing well.
Sara said…
Katie, you house really looks nice, I finally looked at it from the email you sent. The staging is perfect. May the force be with us both!

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