Lemon Airfreshner

I'm on day 5 of my latest adventure and questioning my sanity, or at least what tiny shreds may be left…We are selling our home and as many of you know, this is a feat not to be taken lightly. The sheer enormity of the task can make a grown woman cry and even if you have skin like a rhino, it might not be tough enough. That being said, getting my abode to the shiny, sparkly, come and buy me stage, has been a gargantuan endeavor. It went on the market at the beginning of the week and now, each morning, the newly acquired ritual begins at the inhuman time of 4.45am. Yes, a.m. I'm not quite sure how one is supposed to live in a house you are selling, but by yesterday morning, I knew I was in trouble. My socks were mismatched and my breakfast apron was on backwards. The lightbulb in the closet was flickering and threatening to go out and as I stood there in utter disbelief, I contemplated the changing of said lightbulb. Not only was that a ridiculous notion, but I took it one step further. I pride myself on the perfection of      " worst case scenario". I mulled the idea over, wondering what it would be like to nimbly climb the step ladder and replace the offending bulb. Thoughts raced through my head as I saw myself tumbling helplessly into my rack of clothes, spilling them hither and there. Picturing myself in a heap in the closet with no way to get up, I knew it could be days before anyone found me. No food or water except a lemon air freshener, which, I might add, seemed tempting in my head,  and I would wither away, lost to the pride of making my house lovely for a potential buyer. A nervous laugh snapped me back to reality and I remembered I had to do laundry. I mean, when are you supposed to do normal things like laundry when you are constantly on high alert, just in case someone wants to schedule a showing. One doesn't want one's delicates swishing around in the tumble dryer for all and sundry to view……heaven's, what a thought. I do have some dignity left. So onwards with the morning prep and cleaning and recleaning and putting away an turning on every lamp and light so as to appear like a beacon in the darkness, because doesn't everyone live with every single light on at once….I can hear my dad's voice echoing through the ages, yelling at me for wasting electricity…..and here I am using enough lights in my house simultaneously,  to power a small village. No matter. It must be done. By the time I've done all the necessary preparations, I'm exhausted. But hey, someone out there just might buy my house and all this will be worth it, right? I'm grateful that I am not suffering from air freshener poisoning today and that my boots are safely hiding my mismatched socks. I hope your day is magical and the sparkle fairy finds you smiling.