Worst Part of the Day - At 10 a.m. just as I am about to get my lazy self dressed and take the boyz to the playground, the phone rings. It is our Realtor - "I know it's last minute and you have two small children, but do you want to show the house at noon?" I check in with Quality Control (aka Erik. Heh heh.) and he agrees to a showing. So as the kiddos watch tv, tv and more tv - I rush frantically around the house cleaning, organizing and throwing things into drawers. By the time I'm done, the house is spotless and we are all (including the dog) in the minivan with nowhere to really go (and I am unwashed in a dirty white tank top. Yuck). So we head to the playground, go get iced coffees and head home. It was EXHAUSTING!
Best Part of the Day - The house is spotless. Just like as if no people lived there.
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