When you put your house up for sale you hope that the hardest thing you will have to do is juggle all of those over-asking offers and pick which one you want to take, that is so not true, the hardest thing you have to do is keep your house in "showing" condition. The quest to do this has resulted in me developing slight OCD. These are the lessons that I have learned and the lengths that I go to;
1) Ty is not able to close his closet door, ever, apparently it takes a women's touch.
2) Wanting to make your bed in the morning is MUCH more enjoyable then having to make your bed, like when you are running late for work, you still need to make your bed, with throw pillows, which Ty hates
3) If you have one dish in the sink, in your mind you are the filthiest person in the world, that dish must be cleaned because god forbid someone come for a viewing and there is a dish.
4) The daily desk calendar you were given for Christmas has become a nuisance because suddenly I MUST keep the date accurate or else someone may think we don't live there and it is all staged.
5) My weekly routine has went from a workout routine to a cleaning routine - including EVERY Friday I swiffer the entire house top to bottom and mop the hardwood, and, as we are clean people, you would be SHOCKED at the amount of hair that Lulu and I lose in one week around that house
6) My morning routine has changed from a get-ready routine to a furry of adjusting things - make the bed (complete with throw pillows), get ready and make myself breakfast, clean any dish or counter surface in the kitchen (counters, island cart, stove, table), dry out the sink (because it does look better), fold the cozy blanket at the foot of the couch back up, fluff the pillows on the couch, put any loose shoes back on the holder, push the office chair back in, fluff the comforter in the guest room (because Lulu and Ty have played on it), close Ty's closet door, after everyone is done in the shower I move the curtain to the left hand side and open the wall window to let in the light, I clean the sink from any tooth paste/make up mess, close the toilet seat, and leave for work, usually 5 minutes late. (Ty is in charge of cleaning out Lulu's litter in the morning and getting himself out the door)
7) I know keep anything small and expensive locked away, camera, external, etc.... because I have also become paranoid of these people going through my house
8) Laundry is no longer my easy chore, it is a marathon, because you cannot be mid-laundry during a viewing, why? because a) the washer makes this knocking noise that just doesn't sound good, b) if something cannot go in the laundry and must hang to dry it does so in the river room, which makes it seem like we have no where to do laundry, c) if it does not get put away immediately you once again become the filthiest person in the world, as if you left a dish in the sink....
There are many other examples of the shear torture that this is and there is a whole other entry yet to be done about how crazy I am with my realtor now that my house is for sale, but for now, you can simply chuckle to yourself about my antics to date.
Know this: my house is clean, you can eat off the floor.
xo xo,
S
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