The main challenge of this whole moving thing is trying to sell our house while living in it with two toddlers. Yesterday, I packed some books that I thought the kids weren’t interested in and a minute later, I found that they had taken out all the books from the box and wanted me to read to them. Every week, the house will have three open houses. I still don’t understand all of this myself, but one open house is on Wednesday for realtors only, one is on Thursday for some other special group, and then the general open house is on Saturday. In addition, our house key is in a safe which prospective buyers will have access to with a code, meaning they can pop over to see the house when they want.
Now, neither Bernard nor I are particularly neat people and with the two kids, it makes everything worse. If you stepped into the house at random, you would find dirty dishes everywhere, toys on the ground, piles of books and clothes. On Saturday, we moved a bunch of stuff into Public Storage to try to make the house more presentable. I guess the daily housework is going to have to step up a notch.