Because, ya know....God forbid anyone should see the way we REALLY live!
I started in my son's room. Because it is gross. I'm STILL working on my son's room. Because it is gross. Truly. You wouldn't believe the stuff I have found lurking underneath his beds.
But now, even though our realtor will be here in a little over an hour - I am blogging. Because, for the time being anyway, I give up.
There are a couple of reasons for this. The first one is that yesterday afternoon I went out to cut some roses and my rose bush attacked me. Look:
OK, well it didn't turn out very well, but that is a picture of the two big red spots on my finger where thorns went in and I can't get them out.
Not to be a crybaby or anything, but OUCH!
The other reason is that my husband is being cheap Dutch and has turned the air up to 80 degrees! Which means that as I am running around like a whirling dervish trying to make my house look like animals don't live here clean, I am sweating like crazy.
And when I try to explain (naturally, in a calm, non-shrieking way) that I am HOT, he sighs in an exasperated manner and says, "It's NOT hot in here!".
So. I. quit.
Because, frankly, it's really NOT a good idea to tell a 46 year old pre-menopausal woman that it's not hot. If you know what I mean.
(P.S.....fyi, it IS hot. Very hot. People don't get sweaty and irritable unless it is hot. Right?)