It’s Sunday morning. I still have a few hours of cleaning to do before the real estate agent comes over.
Yesterday was a very long and tiring day. I was moaning almost constantly by the end of it. J. on the other hand is incredible and keeps his cool as he works away. I don’t know how I’d ever get this house ready to sell without him.
The house is looking WAY bigger without so much stuff in it. Practically everything is being categorized as:
- Pitch it in the garbage
- That could get me a buck – put it out for the garage sale
- I hope my house is sold within 3 months, and I can go that long without that, so pack it up and stack it in the back of the garage
- Leave it there, I need it, I want it, Don’t touch
After I get most things out of a room, then I start scrubbing. I have been using an orange Pine-sol to get a fresher smell in here. I’ve been scrubbing down the baseboards and around the edge of the floor, and then mopping. J. does the prep work by vacuuming. He’s so funny, he can’t understand how 10 minutes after he vacuums there are new dog fur dust bunnies. He’s also washed the windows inside and out, and washed off the house.
I’m not a great housekeeper, but the job is far harder living near a steel mill. That damned mill fills my house with black grit. It etches everything as you wipe it down. Everything is covered in black crap. I almost wish it was winter so I could shut the windows for good because if this house doesn’t sell fast, I’ll have to keep washing everything down over and over.
Anyway, I have to get back to work here. I shouldn’t have went to the gym yesterday morning too. I am sooooo stiff and sore. I was so tired last night, but didn’t sleep so well because I was so sore.