Not to sound irreverent or anything although after almost 3 weeks on the market, lots of action but nary a nibble, I'm about to dig up Saint Joseph and give him a good talking to!
We seem to have fallen into a housekeeping routine unlike any I've ever experienced...for instance, I'll always make my bed when I'm visiting family or friends, it just seems polite, but I'll usually change the sheets before I make it at home. Guess I like the rumpled bed look...these days my son is begging to spend the nights at his dad's house so I won't wake him up at the crack of dawn and make the bed with him still in it!
Then there's the cat who has lost any small sense of kitty privacy he ever had...if he heads toward the litter box for a quiet poo, I'm lurking around the corner with the scoop and a plastic baggy...
Gone too are the days of relaxed mealtimes...we have made the rounds of fast and slow food take-out options and have progressed to eating dinner if it comes out of a box that can immediately be thrown away.Let's put it this way, if you're even dreaming about a new place, think again. (And talk to me in a month or two. Either I will have turned over a new leaf and become the house proud woman I knew I always had in me, or we will have given up and started camping in the back yard to further reduce the mess of daily life!)