For all intents and purposes, the moving is done.
Well, I said that. I just got an "upset" voice mail from the realtor. We need to clean up the back yard. Which we knew. It was dark outside last night. And she is bringing over cleaners to clean the inside. Which I don't really get. It is way cleaner than the house she sold us. WAY cleaner. We wiped everything down (oh... forgot to clean the toilets again-- we haven't been living there. And I bet I forgot to wipe down the sinks again. Ahhh. People kept using them!) I will grant that I didn't scrub everything, but it is cleaner than any house I have ever moved into.
And, of course, I have never mastered being a clean freak.
I have a headache. Of course, in all fairness, the headache began last night and hasn't really let up yet.
Labels: moving, Oliver Street
