On The Market

The house has officially been on the market for a couple of weeks and we haven't even had a bite! I mean see how fabulous it is!?

Not even a nibble! My realtor tells me to be patient. How can I be patient when my husband has moved out with my dogs and I'm all alone in the woods in this big old house!? The kitchen does look amazing though. Which is a consolation because I get to use it. But then again every time I use it I have to clean it like a mad woman just IN CASE we have a showing!

Honestly, living in a house that is on the market is not living at all. I've become quite neurotic about it actually. I get up in the morning, take off my PJ's and put them in a box in case we have a showing. I put Fluffy and Moose (yes, Jason is gone and I need snuggles) in that box as well. After I take my shower I hang up my wet towel over a bar in an empty wardrobe box to dry. You have to hide your life basically. I also have to prettily make the bed, fluff the comforter, arrange the throw pillows, etc. Then I take all my dirty clothes all the way to the basement and put them in the washer. You don't want to have a dirty clothes in a basket (like normal people) when you have strangers walking through your house. I have my cereal and coffee and promptly put those dirty dishes in the dishwasher. If the the dishwasher is full and clean and hasn't been emptied yet I hide them in the cupboard! :) Also I won't sit on my couch since it will smoosh down the cushions and pillows and I'll just have to re-fluff before I leave for work.
The very last thing I do before I leave is turn on the smell goodies and put my slippers in the closet. That's my routine. Jason and the dogs are coming home this weekend (YAY and WOOT WOOT) but I'm pretty sure I will be driving him nuts with my neurotic routine. You never know when someone might want to come through your house, better be prepared!