I can’t believe I left that post up for a week, just dangling out there making my poor Hubby look like such a prize. Well he was all that while he was sick, but now he is better and thusly, so is my world. The best part about him recovering from The Brink of Death is that he suddenly realized how much I had been doing. And he said so. And even better? He got me flowers and a card that said the family couldn’t survive without me. A girl needs to hear stuff like that every now and again. Double Bonus Points when the Husband thinks to do it all on his own, without a national holiday or my birthday to guilt him into it.

So Husband is better and taking on his share of the load. Which this past weekend included digging out a 10 foot by 5 foot rectangle in our backyard to put down a little sod where the dogs have destroyed the lawn. It was hard work. I could tell as I watched out the window. And gave helpful suggestions like, “don’t leave that huge rock in the ground, get that out! There, wasn’t that satisfying?” The sod looks good, but unfortunately we only bought three pieces and we needed four. So there’s a small patch of fresh dirt and the whole area sort of has a Body Buried in the Backyard look to it. But hey, that just adds to the character of the house, right? And besides, no one has come to look at our house in a week, so who’s going to see it anyway?

Yeah, you heard me right. No. one. Not. one. single. person. All total we’ve had three showings, and two of those were for realtors. 9 days on the market we’ve only had ONE family look at our house. Which kind of sucks. Apparently all that chatter on the news about the bad housing market translates to: “No one is buying a house right now. Do not waste your time trying to sell, ya big schmuck.”

Are we tired of me talking about house-selling yet? I know I am. Coincidentally, I am also tired of the obsessive-compulsive cleaning regime wherein I clean the house Show Perfect every single day so that No One can come and look at it. And the reinforcement of No One coming means that everyone but me has decided there is no point in cleaning anymore, so they just don’t. Which makes it all the more fun for me. Gee Chris, Cranky much?

And now you know why I haven’t blogged recently. Because I am self-absorbed and without an interesting thought in my head. And also rather busy. But good news, we’re moving in less than 6 weeks, and then the Compulsive Cleaning will come to an end. Where precisely we are moving TO is a very good question. We have no idea. But I shall save that fun topic for another day - otherwise, I might be forced to babble on about cleaning the house again, and nobody wants that.

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