Just in time to sell.
New kitchen floor, beautiful new bathroom for the kids, freshly painted walls in every room. That water stain on the ceiling? Gone. The basement shelves I'd given up on? Straight and sturdy.
It is exciting and annoying all at the same time.
There are at least eight strange men wandering through my house today. Moving things around. Switching things off and on. Making a lot of noise.
I've always thought of this house as a grande dame. Once a great beauty, she still has excellent bone structure, but there has been some sagging and drooping over the years. The genteel shabbiness has been part of her charm.
But this week she's getting the face-lift she deserves. We're still in the messy and painful stage. I'm excited for the bandages to come off.
My only question, if she's the one having the work done, why am I feeling so sore and tired?