It's like I'm reclaiming my house from months of laziness. I'm paying for it. The benefit to all this is showings. Once it's up and looking like someone might actually want to buy it again, the showings that will happen will keep me walkin' the line of a clean homestead. Of course, it's depressing because if you want to do anything at all, and of course my farm skills need to be honed and they all require massive amounts of stuff being strewn about because I'm visual like that, who wants to do anything but sit in a nice clean chair, with a nice clean book that can be put back on the shelf easily and go out for every meal so as not to dirty up the kitchen?
Oh my God the kitchen. I don't want to think about it. Surely the flour on the countertops leftover from my raging success with breadmaking yesterday, was left there intentionally because I plan on doing more baking anyway. Right?
*sigh* back to work.....the prize? Finally living with my sweet husband.
It's worth it.
Every little bit.