When Hubby and I got married, we added one more to the family, meaning that our daughter sleeps in the hallway of our one bedroom condo. Seriously. There’s no door on her “nursery” and our upstairs level is essentially one open room – meaning that when the Mini goes to bed, we can no longer go upstairs or she’ll wake up. Getting ready for bed is a task achieved in the dark as silently as possible. Want to shower? Sure, but do it quickly and if you wake up the baby you’ve got hell to pay.
If this doesn’t paint the picture that we need to move, I don’t know what else will. We’re listing our townhouse on the market this week, meaning that we’ve spent the past few days scrubbing, cleaning, painting, getting new appliances (ooooo shiny stainless steel) and staging our home.
Staging a home, whilst important, is a ridiculous task. Let’s take everything that makes a place livable and functional out, like furniture, coffee makers, alcohol (seriously! We had to hide our booze and add herbs in its place. The good news is that I can make mojitos with fresh mint… the bad news is that the rum is hidden somewhere I can’t reach), as well as anything that makes it looks like a baby or people live here.
Don’t people want to see how functional my space can be? Look! I can make coffee, while pouring a mid-morning cocktail! And see how many dishes the sink can hold? Fantastic! Check out this floor, the dirt barely shows!
We haven’t even had our first open house yet (next weekend if you’re interested) and I’m already sick of cleaning. Let’s hope this place sells quickly and we can purchase something with more than one bedroom and one bathroom.
Here's a few photos of the deck I took last weekend when it was still sunny.