Know what the worst part about this house selling thing is? That it is all on my shoulders. FREAKING SUCKS. Chris is happily sleeping away right now, knowing good and well that our house is a wreck. That means I have to stay up until it's clean, because I may get a call at any time for someone to come look at the house. Then I have to run around like an idiot getting everything as tidy as I can while chasing Izzy and nursing Sophie. Then I have to load them and the dogs up and hide out while there are strangers rummaging through our stuff. I HATE THIS.
Of course Chris had to get to bed since he has to get up so early. He did sand the top of the dishwasher tonight because I got a little freaked out when the sander sparked this afternoon. He put the first coat of sealer on the counters too, so it's not like he didn't do anything. But I hate that every bit of cleaning and tidying is up to me.
I do not want to move. I love this house and I would like to stay here. But I'm stuck trying to keep it ready to show at a moments notice while also trying to take care of two kids at the same time. I've finally got to where I can chase the kids and keep the house decent at the same time. But that's way different than having it look nice enough to show. I AM TIRED OF CLEANING THIS HOUSE.
I just had to go calm Sophie down. Even though she sleeps less than five feet from Chris, he never hears her - or Izzy - at night. She has been sleeping horribly for the last couple of weeks, so I haven't got more than three straight hours of sleep for a long time. I'M TIRED. I can't tell Chris that I'm tired, however, because he's SOOOOO much more tired than I am. I get up between 7:45 and 9:30. Usually at 8:45. That's at least three hours later than Chris, and normally four. But not only am I up until at least 12:30 or 1:00 every night, I'm up at least three or four times with the kids every single stinking night.
Granted, I could go to bed early, but this is the ONLY time I don't have a kid hanging off me somewhere. No, I wouldn't trade that for the world, but I do need an occasional break. And this is my prime time to take care of paperwork, fold laundry, and tidy.
It's not been so long ago that I worked that I can't remember what it's like. And my job now is waaaayyyy better. But it's hard too, and having to sell a house on top of it just plain sucks.
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There is nothing worse then trying to sell a house, except for maybe selling a house you really don't want to leave. It was hell when I did it with just me and my dh I can't imagine with two kids. Hope you get some sleep soon.
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