SOS

So we bought a house. A gorgeous, big, tuscan-style home that sits one block away from our current house just waiting for us to move in...some day. Which leads me to part II, our current home...the one we still own. Yep, two homes. Good times. With our house for sale, my schedule since August has been as follows...

Put the twins down for their first nap and madly scurry about cleaning up the mess from the morning disaster. Wash dishes, clean the floor from microscopic Cheerio crumbs and tiny dribbles of milk throughout various parts of the lower level. Make the beds, prep each room, start some laundry, wash my face, get dressed, check email, check Facebook, prepare a snack for the twins when they wake up and that usually sums up my "free time" while they sleep. All of this with the hopes that we may or may not have a showing that day. And you know it's true, the ONE day I decide to not make the beds or clean up the kitchen before they wake up, we'll get a showing with a 30 minute notice. Thus, I take no chances.

Since September, with Noah in school, it has made it a bit easier to get the house ready for a showing, but seriously, my entire day is spent wondering if we'll have a showing, when that showing might be and strategizing new and innovative home organization to hide all our shit so the families that come through the house think it's actually going to stay this way once they move in. Truth be told, it's highly unrealistic, although I secretly love how it's all working out for my OCD, for a family with three kids to live like this.

Twins just woke up...