Things are coming along.
This will be the last weekend we spend sprucing up the house.
The realtor didn't have anything he thought we needed to do.
That's a good sign (right?). I think so.
Mr F has decided to repaint 75% of our woodwork. Have you ever seen our house? We've got moldings up the wazoo. This is a major project.
The kids are belting out Taylor Swift.
I'm about to knock out another 2 continuing education credits.
I alternate (minute by minute) between excitement and anxiety.
The reality is that over the next few months I am going to pay the brunt of the price for this.
But I believe we're, ultimately, making the wisest choice.
Monday a photographer comes to take pictures and our house should be listed by Thursday.
Mrs F doing our taxes.
Mrs F trying to get 36 more continuing education credits in the very same 60 days.
Mrs F continuing to watch kids 4 days a week while keeping the house ready to show at a moments notice.
Mrs F doing every other thing necessary to run our household. For real.
Mrs F spending nights and weekends culling our belongings in the basement to the absolute bare minimum. (Read: I'm never doing this again. If we're not keeping it for the next 50 years it's headed to Goodwill. I mean how many times are we going to move boxes we haven't opened? This could be officially 3 moves. Same unopened boxes. I'm not even opening them, people, they're out of here. Don't tell Mr F)
Mrs F developing a drinking habit? (just kidding... maybe)
Not Coming Up:
Mrs F making any progress in the diet and exercise realms. Fuck it. I am a human. I will continue to workout as much as possible (currently only 3-4 days/week) and try not to eat like a pig. My big goal is to make this major transition without gaining weight. I think that will be accomplishment enough.
Mrs F cooking 21 balanced meals from scratch every damn week. We will be eating pizza a minimum of 3 times a week. Call CPS.
Mrs F getting any sleep... of that I can assure you.