Prepping

Man - that cold/flu lasted forever. I missed all my baby activities last week. I was pretty sure we were past contagion after about five days, but I figured the other mothers might not appreciate me hacking and coughing all over their infants.

We are crazily preparing our home for sale now. Our open house is this weekend. We are packing up boatloads of baby gear in an attempt to make our 700 square feet look as spacious as it feels to us. It's funny, D was really reluctant to rush and in and buy anything and kept asking friends with older kids if they really needed the space. I think he could have easily been convinced to last here for another year or more. But now that we have our new space, and there will be a separate bedroom for LM, and a den (a real den, not a condo-speak den that can fit a desk and bookshelf and not much more), all of a sudden this feels cramped. D is planning our workout area, and I am praying we get over asking so that we can afford a new washer/dryer. Ahh... bourgeois dreams. I just realised how gender-stereotyped our little fantasies are.

I am hiring a cleaning crew tomorrow and since I am paying for that I have stopped doing any sort of cleaning maintenance for the last week, which means the tub and toilet and kitchen sinks are all icky and the place is in desperate need of a vacuum. But at least I'll feel like I'm getting my money's worth.