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House For Sale


So as per my New Year's List (you know, that list languishing -----> on my side bar) I called our realtor and had him talk to us about putting our house on the market. Overall it was as positive as it could be, when you're trying to sell your house in the middle of a housing "slump." I don't really want to go into details, but we might even make out with our shirts, our pants and a couple of extra diaper for the little lady. There are no promises though.

So for the past week I have been in extreme clean and organize mode. Like, I've never cleaned this much in my entire life. The process starts innocently enough. First, there's Stage One. You find stuff you want to get rid of. You take nice photos and post them for decent prices on Craigslist. Dealing with strangers who ask idiotic questions about your old crap gets old. Real old, fast. So you move on to Step Two. Donating that old crap to Goodwill or Savers. You know, someplace where you can just pull up and they take the crap off of your hands. For free. Let someone else deal with setting a price and selling it. Hallelujah. After awhile though, even that gets old and you quickly end up at Stage Three. Buy a box of leaf bags and throw that sh*t out. Anything. Everything. Just get it out of my house.

I am currently sitting at Stage Three. And holding.

I have a whole post in the works where I discuss my issues with organizing and the Lightbulb Moment I had a couple of weeks ago. It's riveting stuff people. But for now I am sitting in my very clean house that is 80% ready to show. Just need a little more paint, a few more bins, and a lot more patience.

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