Our house had it's first showing today.
I got a call from the scheduling agency at 11 am, asking if the house could be shown between 1 and 2.
Of course the house could be shown. Bring 'em on!
I gathered the few items that I had been using, such as my coffee cup, and a magazine and stowed them away.
Watered the patio plants so they would look fresh and sparkly.
Refolded some stacked items on B.s side of the closet.
Swept the front walk way.
Cleaned the litter boxes.
Moved our two cars down the street. The garage is rapidly filling with boxes, no room for cars anymore. House looks better with an empty driveway.
Took a shower and changed clothes. (Just sweeping, watering, and walking half a block automatically means a shower for me; it is hot and humid here, remember?)
Then...at 12:45 I walked around the house turning on lights as per real estate agent's advice.
Houses show better with all their lights turn on.
(Or at least that is what I am being told.)
For me, that would be fifty three light switches to turn on.
Yup. I counted.
Next time around I will time myself as I do it.
No wonder B. is always waiting in the car for me while I go around the house switching off lights when we go somewhere in the evening.
How many light switches does your house have?
Bet you never thought to count before.
Bet you will now....
(I asked B. how many lights he thought we had. He thought around twenty three. Boy was he ever surprised!)