On Friday afternoon, after two weeks of working and cleaning and purging and painting and storing and moving, I stood in my yard and saw the fruit of our labors.
Thus ends phase 1 of this adventure. House on the market – Check. Now we just have to keep it clean.
We had the house all gussied up on Friday. We took Saturday to just chill and hang out with the kids. There was a showing today. It took us two full hours to undo what the kids hath wrought in 24 hours.
This doesn’t include the marker on the garage floor or the crayon marks on the walls. Because we can’t get those off.
We’re all learning some lessons this week. I’m learning to just pick up something whenever I see it, no matter what, to interrupt whatever I’m doing to tidy. I’m learning yet another layer of patience as I try to let seven kids be seven kids in a space where we don’t want potential buyers to know we have seven kids.
The kids are learning that their lives weren’t really all that difficult after all until we actually needed to keep the house clean. You mean I can’t leave ANY clothes on the floor? What?
“Everything” is in storage or “everything” is on the floor. “Everything” is freshly painted and “everything” must be hidden immediately. The kids have less toys to deal with and yet the messes are just as huge. So we readjust – they work on taking better care and I work on realistic expectations.
We’re talking to the kids about all of this A LOT. We want to answer all of their questions (as if we have all the answers) and we want them to feel part of this decision. This is for them, for our family.
We sat and made a list of what we wanted in a new home. Some of the kids’ answers surprised us. But it united us as a family. We have a goal, a reason for setting out on this adventure.
And we’re doing it together. Faults and foibles, messes and mistakes. We’re learning to love each other a little better through it all.
And then there’s the joy of just having a lovely put-together home. Even if it’s only for a split second. Or the random adventures we’re forced to take during showings. We grabbed lunch after church and headed to a nearby park. We ate a happy meal on a picnic table and enjoyed togetherness, away from our shiny house. The kids ran and sang Newsies songs at the top of their lungs (I am perhaps a bit regretful that I showed them that movie now that they sing All the Songs All the Time.)
The air was cool, the sky was clear, and we all seemed to feel that the day was a gift. Now I sit on my freshly painted porch with actual furniture (who knew porches were for sitting?) and we rest. We are together.
And that is all we need.
Joining up to help host a synchro-blog with these lovely ladies:
For more of an explanation of what we’re doing, head over to FriedOkra’s place. The short version is: if you write about parenthood, we want to link you up. You can enter your link on any of the hostesses’ blogs and it will show up at all the other blogs. So whether it’s the funny or the fatal side of parenting, share it with us! We’ll be doing it every Monday. Join us.. we’ll hang out in the ‘hood. No big whoop.