June 1, 2011 at 6:00 am
This weekend we did some serious spring cleaning. Projects like window-scrubbing and wall-wiping — you know, the things you only really do when company is coming.
This particular company is a new realtor, and so much time was spent doing things like cleaning the giant, scary closet, and stacking things on top of other things.
Then there was some organizing and reorganizing. Does this look better on the top shelf or underneath (or in a sweater-box under the bed)? Sell pile, donate pile, or let’s face it — no one wants it pile?
So much picking up. Which is so silly when you have young kids, isn’t it? My children really don’t see any need ever to stack anything. And their world feels most organized when they just have the things they need and can pretty much see it all from where they are sitting.
And so, we cleaned and organized, and then we let go a little. Because for as long as we live here, this is still our home. It is theirhome. Imperfect. Not always stacked. Organized-ish and certainly lived-in.
I wonder if the realtor will be able to fit all that in the description.