I’ve stopped cleaning now that we don’t have the wild beast known as the realtor-led-buyer wandering through our house every day.
It felt lovely for a day or so, but now the place looks like a hovel.
Thank you, lengthy sales process, for teaching that I actually like a tidy house.
Thanks, universe, for ensuring that we can’t afford someone to clean for us. Makes us feel all bootstrappy and pioneer-y. (Okay, not really, but I’m trying to look on the bright side this week.)