Tomorrow, tomorrow, it'll be up tomorrow. Except it's really already tomorrow, so I should say this afternoon instead. I'll send the MLS to all of you that requested them once I have it.
Our house is so clean. Dan attacked the bathroom the other day and declared that he'd drink out of the toilet, it was so clean. Peter of course pooped immediately. We have a couple things on the front porch that need new homes but that's it. Our closets are organized (umm, except the top shelf in the front closet and the linen closet--those will happen this weekend), our fridge sparkles inside and out, we have bowls of fruit (unlike Kathleen, I really do need them out to ripen) out and small appliances tucked away, the beds were briefly made, Dan wandered around the house with cans of yellow and white paint covering scuffs that wouldn't wash off, and our yard is truly presentable. Our 928 sq ft house seems spacious.
It was lovely having tons of space for Peter to spread his train tracks and puzzle piece. Leo's toys were strewn across the floor, yet I know that within 10 minutes, I could put away that sort of mess. If I need to dust again, it isn't intimidating because there's so little left here to gather dust. We've filled our 5x10 storage space pretty well, but not so crammed that it's impossible to look for things. I've donated stuff here and there.
I think we're ready.
Dan has driven home from work the past two days and suddenly the 50+ min. drive feels a lot longer than it used to now that the thought of that shrinking to 15 minutes is a possibility.
Everyone I know who sold their house with small kids switched to disposables, but Dan and I both think they stink far more than cloth. Heck, in this neighborhood a stack of cloth dipes might be a selling point. My plan is to put the diapers in the wash an hour before a showing so that they're sitting clean in the washer when people come. I'll have to store them in Peter's room and not the living room, but I can live with that.
My mother, bless her hard-working soul, has been here every day this week to help us out. I've left Leo for stretches of an hour here or 90 minutes there in order to run errands or have Dan take both kids to the park while I organized.
Leo's got a slow army crawl happening now--he speeds up if he sees puzzle pieces. He's reaching for food--he knocked my bowl of Rice Chex all over me and Peter while my head was turned yesterday. He'll have to stick with his breast milk and grass diet for the time being, though. He's not sitting for long, but I think he just prefers his being on his belly. I need him to nap without my lying down with him, which sometimes works better than other times, especially if Peter's being loud.
Peter just keeps hitting and kicking, and occasionally biting. He's driving me crazy and just doesn't seem to care that he hurts people. It has to stop eventually, right?
I have no idea what tomorrow will be like. Will we be able to go to playgroup, or do I need to be here to go over stuff with the realtor? How long will it be before we have showings? Will anyone want our house? It's small but it's cute! And cheap! It looks really nice when only half a family's possessions are in it! Will I keep washing dishes immediately even after I don't have to anymore? Will I have a dishwasher before Christmas? Will the Twins make it to the playoffs? Will I ever finish and send out the capris I'm working on?
It'll be an interesting weekend.