A Scathingly Brilliant Idea... I've Finally Got A Plan!

I finally had an epiphany about how to get this house ready for the market. After 26 years, I realized that every time I tried to clean out room by room, it just wasn't working successfully. Things seem to breed overnight and have multiplied by morning, resulting in hair being pulled out in distress.



I finally came to the conclusion that I just needed to get the house cleaned out and all of the junk put into one space, so that I can go through it all in one place. Being a multi-tasker (OCD), I had to find a way to make it work for me before I switched from OCD to hoarding. God forbid.

I rearranged the living room furniture and love the results. Why didn't I think of doing this before? I also cleaned out our sons room and put all of his old trophys and other mementos into marked boxes. Yay! The son is here visiting as I write, and has told me he doesn't care about any of the crap, which means I can toss it to Goodwill or Salvation Army. Sweet. Progress.

So, this is where Mr. Molasses has finally redeemed himself. He has helped me clean out every room and every closet in the house. I'm totally serious. Mr. Snoots doesn't have the patience, so I needed help. I also needed someone who was willing to take all of the goodies we didn't want anymore. Mr. Molasses came through for me. And, he'll take just about anything. We totally rocked  while purging my closets and rooms.



So, today I have a maid service called Molly Maids coming to clean. My housekeeper disappeared and I haven't heard from her in 3 months, so things were getting pretty grimy and extremely messy around here. Probably the reason I kept having feelings of total hopelessness. I simply can't take care of a 2900 square foot home by myself, in addition to taking care of the front and back yards. No. Can. Do.

Now, we are waiting for our new windows to be installed. Once those are completed, we will be ready to get the house on the market. Yes, you read it right. After 5 long years of getting the house ready, we are finally at the point where we can actually put our house on the market. Color-me-almost-happy.

Here's a peek at our old windows. Scary. Very scary.


We are finally on our way to moving out of this house Yay!

Procrastinator Extraordinaire....

Has anyone noticed lately that I am... ummm... here? I do recall that I was going to spend all of my time getting the guest house and the main house ready to put on the market by Christmas. Hahahaha! What a pipe dream that was!

It suddenly turned colder approximately a whole month early this year. I've been forced to switch over my winter clothes a month early (Oh, the horror!) as well as spending the better part of the day preparing plants to come inside for the winter. None of the plants like to come indoors for the winter because they all know. They've obviously heard from their plant friends how I tend to neglect plants during the colder months, often allowing them to meet an untimely demise. They were so scared they were shaking. Really! Besides, I'm sure they have seen the dead carcasses of their plant friends when I have to toss them out in the spring.

That's not to say it won't be 85 degrees again anytime soon, because it will. It will probably be on Christmas Day, when we want warm weather about as much as a root canal. We haven't had a white Christmas since the children were teenagers which would make it approximately 8 or 10 years ago. Actually, I think there was a white Christmas the last time we went skiing for Christmas, but we were already gone so we missed it (which basically means it never happened).

So, not only is the weather hampering my progress around here but it's also preventing me from playing golf as well. And... what am I doing? I'm blogging away while watching my ass grow in size, realizing I'm not accomplishing much of anything at this point. I am, however, growing less fit by the day because I'd rather work on the guest house than get out in the cold and exercise. It wouldn't matter, really. I just hate to exercise or clean out anything. Oddly enough, I don't seem to be able to get much of anything done these days, which includes the main house, the guest house, scrap-booking or exercise. I am, however, caught up on my ironing which is nearly unheard of in my world.

While the guest house does have an air conditioner, it does not have a heater (that works anyway). It can get bitterly cold out there in that tiny space. I know. I'm just making excuses, aren't I? I seem to be doing everything I can to avoid doing that which I really need to be doing. Procrastinator extraordinaire. That's me. I suppose you could say I'm honing that particular skill. Not that it needed honing. I've been sharpening my procrastination skills since I could talk.

 I'm assuming that what I really need to do is work on those *cleaning out* skills that I claim to have....