For Rent (Some Thoughts)

We list the house for rent in a couple of days.  We are finishing the mad dash of packing, storing, cleaning, complaining, repeat.  My patience flew the coop about a week ago and I'm past the point of even caring right now about the whole fitness/food dilemma of late.  We are in survival mode.  And if we need cheeseburgers and fries in order to survive the next week, then so be it.

Our attitude has gone from, "Is this absolutely right?  Is this perfectly done?", to "Oh screw it, it's good enough."

A typical "listing" picture we used.

A typical scene, at any given moment in time.

This morning we dropped my car off for an oil change.  When G made the appointment earlier this week, the guy said to be there by 7:30 a.m.  So of course we got there around 7:15 - and promptly discovered that they didn't open until 8:00.

So we slept in the car.  Because it has come to this, peeps.

The bedroom pic.

Behind the scenes:  Broken curtain rod so we had to improvise.

The realtor came by today and approved the staging of all the rooms, and put a sign up out front.  We have some last minute dashing left, which is not minor, but we should be able to list this week, like we had planned.  And when I say 'planned,' I mean, the news that was sprung on us that we should list it weeks and weeks earlier than we expected.

I've had some thoughts in my rattled brain of late:

*Howwwwwwww do people with kids do this?  I'm dead serious.  I'm one step away from crazytown right now.

*We are never going to have any money again.  It is literally flying out of our wallets.

*And we're spending this money in order to convince strangers to come live in our house.

*I never want to see any of my stuff again.

*Where did all this crap come from??????

*We are, at all times, one simple household task away from a divorce.

*(Not really!)  (YES REALLY!)

*I hope people don't bother Orca.  The thought of this keeps us awake at night.

*On the other hand, she could be a real hit with the kids!  And they could badger their parents into living in the bunny house!

*The process of going from sitting to standing takes me around 15 seconds.

*I clutch at my back a lot, and G's knees pop pretty much constantly.

*I'm cut out for a more supervisory role.  This constant manual labor is wearing me down.

*Hence, I'd like more of the delegating and less of the actual doing.

It has come to this.  Smut mags for escapism.

As I type this, G is out tackling the yard for the last time.  The couch is beckoning me into sweet, sweet slumber.  I think I may give in.

Cross your fingers for us!