Even though I am at peace with the impending move, I am growing quite weary in the process leading to it.
By nature, I am a very organized person. So I would of course have multiple lists of things that need to be done prior to the house being market ready.
Day in and day out, I work on this place from the time I get up until about three hours past the point my body threatens a boycott. Despite my best effort and the help of some really awesome people, it feels like the lists just aren't getting completed. It's deflating to sit down each morning and only be able to check off one or two things from the day before.
Thankfully and unfortunately, I am getting to the end of what I can do. I know I should be doing the happy dance and I suppose I am. There's just so much left to do and I have a super busy husband. In fact, I had planned out every evening this week to maximize our time. However, he got two hours notice on Monday that he had to head to Maine.
That's the part which makes me tired and discouraged. What makes me weary is that I realize now that all of this work, I am doing for someone else.
I'm not deep cleaning cabinets and purging because we want to enjoy a clean house. No! I am working my tail off so that people can walk through our house and judge me on what kind of housekeeper I am. And, if I have done a good enough job then hopefully they will consider buying.
Not only that, but I have to think about what someone else would like to see. How would someone else like to see my bathroom drawers arranged? How much space would someone else like to see in my closet or on my kitchen shelves? Crap!!!!! First of all, I have very different taste. How can I possibly know what someone else is going to like or want to see? I'm not a mind reader. Second, EW!!! The idea of someone nosing through my closets or drawers just creeps me out, makes my skin crawl....until I am reminded that I'm going to be doing that to someone else. Just a creepy!
The process is kind of crazy. Like I have said, I still cannot wrap my head around it most days.
I can't tell you how loved I have felt by the number of people who have given up their precious time to help us. However, I am sad that it has been all work. Each person who walks in the door is a gift and I want to cherish it. I want to talk with them, hug them. It never quite works that way though.
Hopefully my weary, non-motivated mind and body can scratch a few more things off the list today.
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