No, I'm not talking about the economy although my problems certainly have something to do with our previous occupation with crap accumulation.
It's been said a million times- and it bears repeating... just because something is a bargain doesn't mean you need it.
Our appraisal lasted all of five minutes and I've spent the last 48 hours trying to clean around, organize and assemble junk I've amassed- a lot of it bargains I couldn't leave the store without. Bargains that now sit around collecting dust because guilt and the "someday" syndrome have a hold of me.
Time for Flylady again... it's going to take a lot of 27 fling boogies and fifteen minute zone cleanings before my heart doesn't pound at the thought of strangers walking through my house.
But, right now I'm going to go curl up with Little Guy and drink my Pepsi Max.
Of course, Little Guy decided to do his morning "business" two minutes before the appraiser got here and managed to fill the house with that wonderful aroma. It doesn't matter how clean your house is if it smells like a poopy diaper. Why couldn't I have the fresh baked cookies smell instead? Oh well, it's one story for Hubby to chuckle over... best intentions and all.