Twenty-eight days from the day we returned from our scouting tour of East Texas our house hit the Multiple Listing Service (MLS). Two days later was the first realtor caravan. We. Are. Tired.

In those twenty-eight days we accomplished what would normally have been five years’ worth of fairly routine maintenance. The transformation is remarkable – our home has gone from a home to a “model home”. Unfortunately, the model home version has a significantly more sterile feel to it than we’re used to. But that will only last as long as the house is on the market – we hit escrow and the pandemonium starts all over again.

Thankfully, my husband had the foresight to order a POD. For a reasonable sum, this company brings you an 8×8x16’ box, you fill it, they take it away and then when you arrive at your final destination, they bring it back to you! Genius! Courtesy of that box, we were able to go from a garage looking like this,

to one that now looks like this:

(in seventeen years, eleven working as an electrical contractor, my husband accumulated a lot of materials. No, really?!? Yes. – ed.). Not only did we get the garage in the pod, but a most of the shed, side yard, and attic. The big question was would the truck from the company be able to lift it out of the driveway after we’ve loaded it? I guess they’re hydraulics were good because they got it out of here with nary a glitch (phew!).

So now we’re in Stage Two, and subject to the whim of real estate agents and their client schedules. Horror of horrors, I’ve had to turn the ringers back on on all the phones and promise to answer the damn thing! However more lookers equals more potential buyers, and we want this place sold. I hope I get just a leetle break before Stage Three.