That, my friends, is my new kitchen floor. I might end up getting the flu from exposure to the contractor, but as for right now, I’m happy, and I have a kitchen floor.

We had to push off showings until Saturday (whine, sigh, pout), but things are finally looking up. The carpet cleaners should be here any minute. Housecleaners are coming tomorrow, SCORE! I don’t want to do the housecleaning stuff. I’ve worn myself out doing all the other stuff and the best part is, my realtor is paying for it!

No cabinet scrubbing for me.

The contractor is working on his last project, which is small. Most everything is packed. Nate FINALLY has a day he can take off to help, so he’s assisting.

(Scratch that, his phone just rang, and he’s going in to the office).

(Scratch THAT, he got it done at home. Score!)

Pretty soon, all I’ll have to worry about is whether or not anyone actually buys our house. How quick it happens, and then waiting around to see if their financing comes through.

Oh, and I’ve started throwing up again. Twice now in three days. I CANNOT bring myself to eat.