So, we’re getting our house ready to put on the market. I’ve had the kitchen counter-tops redone and new vinyl put in the laundry room. I bought a new kitchen sink and a new toilet. A few days ago, a guy installed a new stove. There’s a new dishwasher sitting in the living room waiting for a guy to hook it up on Wednesday. A nice young man installed two new light fixtures. A long-suffering friend came over on very short notice to help us put up the new hood over the range.
And for a couple of weeks now, I’ve had a man here painting the interior walls.
He was due to arrive this morning at 9 a.m. I worked last night until almost 2 a.m. . . . went to sleep at 2:30 a.m. . . . and woke up very reluctantly on a non-school day at ten minutes until nine.
The painter finally arrived at 10:20 a.m. No, he did not call and let me know he would be late.
He was here until almost 7 p.m. And while he’s a great guy and a meticulous painter, I am weary of having strange men in my house.
Spiffing up the house to sell it is a pain in the neck and also makes me wonder why in the world I didn’t spiff it up earlier. Other than the fact that it’s a huge ordeal and inconvenience.
Next up? Making arrangements for an appliance store to come and pick up my very old freezer. But first I have to defrost it and clean up the Coke explosion that resulted from two of my kids forgetting cans of Coke in it last week.
Yes, it’s fun to be me.