If you don't know my house is for sale. Because when your house is for sale it CONSUMES YOUR LIFE. It's like the 9 stages of grief (or something) but its the 9 stages of home sale:
1. Euphoria - "our house is so great! we're going to make so much money!"
2. Reality - "wow - our house actually has a lot of stuff to do to get it ready"
3. Denial - "no it doesn't. it will take a weekend"
4. Reality in the Face - "if our weekend didn't include a 2 year old"
5. Family Abuse - "please mom - take our 2 year old away so we can spend the next two weekends doing those quick little touch ups that should only take a few minutes."
6. Disbelief - "you seriously went and bought WHITE PAINT to touch up around the house that is "swiss coffee" "dove white" and "dusty rose"???
7. The Martyr Stage - "Oh don't worry, I'll just do it all myself"
8. Euphoria Comes Back - "We're almost done! Wow - its so perfect now!"
9. Acceptance - "I'm done and they'll just have to like it"
Friends have come by and commented on how clean and spacious the house looks now that we've gotten rid of furniture and clutter. Most have said things like "wow - I bet you wish you'd done this sooner!" "Now that your house is the way you want it, you're selling it!" Actually, the house isn't really how I want it. I was actually really loving the toys in all the rooms, the piles of kids books, the stacks of CDs in the kitchen that Amelia listened to while she ate. Those things are gone now and the house feels pretty cold now. When Mike and I made the offer on the new house I actually got pretty emotional about leaving our house where we were married and had Amelia. But now, that it's stripped of all the stuff that made it our home, I'm ready to move. Nevertheless, it looks very pretty: Judge for yourself: