This is a rant. I apologize ahead of time.
We’re trying to sell our house. And as the primary (maybe only?) “clean” person in the house, when someone comes to look
at the last minute with at least 3 hours notice, the bulk of cleaning stress falls squarely on my shoulders.
Granted, when asked, my family does jump in and help, but if someone is planning to come early in the morning, and it’s 11 pm the previous evening, you would think (!!!) that my teenage son would know NOT to throw his dirty clothes on the floor. You would think. Or maybe someone would think to wipe up the kitchen counter after a glob of lasagna fell whilst being reheated in the microwave. You would think.
I would, at any rate. I would think.
These things are just par for the course when getting a home ready to show.
So call me gobsmacked when, during this extremely busy holiday season, it seemed that someone came to look at our home every other day. Not really, but after months of not a single showing, it seemed like it! (This probably has something to do with the remoteness of our home, and the fact that it’s a family home, not a retirement home like the majority are around here.)
Still, my realtor, my husband, and most people tell me to stop looking at the fact my house needs to be clean, picked up, uncluttered, inviting, spacious, pet-hair free, etc.. etc… as a giant inconvenience.
“This is just what you need to do to sell your house.”
Yes, it IS what I need to do, but it’s also a colossal inconvenience!
Especially when I am the one to do most of the getting ready. My realtor isn’t forcing his family to clean the toilet. It’s not an inconvenience for him. My husband is usually off at work when I’m given an hour’s notice, so to vacuum 3 stories of house isn’t an inconvenience for him either…
I mean, do you know how untidy kids are? Teens? Do you know just. how. hard. it. is. to make them clean their rooms, let alone do it in under an hour? This, on top of cleaning up the rest of the house, clearing a pathway through the boxes of junk (ahem) strategically placed by the workbench, and hiding my animals so as not to offend the sensibilities of those who might not actually want a glob of dog fur clinging to their pants legs.
Yes. I want to sell my house. I’m ready for a change. And yes, I want to have a good attitude about the “inconvenience” caused by selling my house. But I don’t. I don’t have a good attitude at all.
I have a bad attitude and I want chocolate.