This post is a bit of a rant about the way I am feeling lately. First of all, my house is for sale, which basically means, just pretend you live in it. I hate house work to begin with and a for sale sign means I have to do it constantly just in case someone decides to come through it. My children are 2
going on 20 and 6...enough said. When the agent calls, I run around like a headless chicken, jamming our dressers full of unfolded clothes and kicking toys under the beds. If people could only see it my way they would appreciate the mess and see that this house has lots of floor space for the 8034680 pieces of Lego my son owns. And they could also see there is ample room for a never ending train track which runs through the rec room, into the laundry room and back, then circles around the computer desk. And to top it all off, they would notice the fabulous air flow that makes the dust bunnies scurry out from underneath the furniture when the wind blows.
Where is Mary Poppins when I need her to clean my damn house?!
Here is hoping this house sells soon so I can enjoy summer outside and not worry about the mess inside.