“Ashley and Keith want to come by and see our house this weekend,” reported my hubby when I called him after work.
“Who are Ashley and Keith?”
“She’s the new teacher at B@rtelso Grade School. They’re looking for a house in town.”
“And they want OURS? Ours isn’t for sale. Is it?” I stammered.
He replied quietly, “I may or may not have told them we might be interested in selling….”
“Wait, what? If we sell the house now, where would we go?” I questioned.
“Mario and I went looking and found a few places in Br**se we can rent. She’s ecstatic thinking we may get to live in the same town as her High School.”
And that is how I found myself spending my two days off, making the house look like it’s been cared for and cleaned occasionally over the past 15 years.
This wasn’t a total shock to me. We know that when Mario graduates from High School in 3 years, we are heading south. We also know, that in a town of 650 people, finding a buyer who is willing to pay us a decent price can be difficult to come by.
When we heard this young couple was looking to move to our town, close to her new job, we began deliberating. I just didn’t realize we were DONE deliberating.
So they’re coming Saturday. I’m viewing this as a first step. If they like the house after seeing the inside, then we’ll give some serious effort to finding a place we can rent comfortably, and put more effort into cleaning this place up. If they don’t like it, we don’t have to do anything more, and I can go back to my lackadaisical house cleaning style.
Until then, I’ve been scrubbing floors, washing cabinets, detailing bathrooms…. My fingers are sore, my muscles ache, and I’m having an “I told you so” moment with myself. I’ve told myself many times if I would clean more often, it wouldn’t require so much elbow grease whenever I do clean.
In between, I managed to bake some cupcakes for the hotel’s human resources director. It’s a hard birthday for her this year, so I’m hoping these snickerdoodle cupcakes will cheer her up. They’re full of cinnamon sugar and topped with her favorite whipped cream cheese frosting.
And for all you cat lovers out there, look at how cute this one is. While down on my hands and knees scrubbing the bathroom floor, I glanced into the closet and saw this.
Wonder what HE’LL think about moving.