Maybe this is the whole problem with my life. I need some sort of extrinsic motivation to get something done, and so I believe that my children need this too. (See the post on Wii as a bribery tool.) Or, I just really hate cleaning. Take your pick. Either way, it doesn’t matter, because I am going to spend the rest of my Sunday afternoon cleaning.
Right now, we are in the process of selling our house, for the second time. We had it on the market about nine months ago and received a few offers. We didn’t take them. Big mistake. I am perfectly aware that this is not the best time to be selling one’s house and might even go as far as to agree with experts who say that if you don’t have to sell, then you shouldn’t. However, our thinking is this, we may take a hit on our current house, but we will also be getting a house in the neighborhood that we want, at a lower price. It all evens out in the wash. Here’s the problem, we knew this nine months ago, and yet we still couldn’t part with the house for less than we paid. Lesson learned.
Now, with very little activity and prices still dropping, I’m losing hope and my butt is sore from kicking it so hard. I know, you can’t live in the past, but I’m not really good at always living in the now. I would make a sucky (is that a word?) Buddhist. So, here I am, once again, cleaning my house for a showing. (Well, actually, I’m hiding out, blogging right now, but not for long. I’m pretty sure, if death looks are any indication, that my other half is on to me.)
For many, cleaning might not be a big deal, but if I hadn’t made it clear already, house keeping is not really my strong point. It doesn’t help that my children, already adept at exploiting weakness, know this and on daily basis trash the house to the point that I once mused if we were out and the house was robbed, would I even know? I won’t sit here and pretend that if it weren’t for my kids, my house would be spotless. I was housework challenged way before then, but having three messy children doesn’t help matters.
So, when I’m hustling around picking up, so some stranger can walk through my house for all of ten minutes, only to declare, “We really want a house with a basement,” at least I can be consoled by the fact that my house will be clean for one whole hour, and I do like my house much better when it’s clean. I just don’t like the cleaning part. The extrinsic motivation, selling the house (a stranger judging me), key to my ability to keep a somewhat clean house.