The boy and I closed on our home this morning. Our appointment was over by noon. One quick change of clothes, a trip to Bloomington City Hall, and a Wally's Roast Beef Sandwich (a Bloomington tradition) later, we were changing locks, mopping floors, and peeling up some funky-smelling avocado green carpeting. So far, we've peeled up the carpeting, scraped up acres of black-and-white asbestos laden tiles, and lysoled our way through the entire house. Note to home sellers: if you're selling your house, please clean out the fridge and microwave before you leave. And that nasty stain in the toilet - we're not impressed. Bleach, people, bleach!
No pictures of the work in progress, sadly. Apparently cleaning product fumes turn me into a complete moron incapable of working the digital camera. Just imagine avocado-green carpeting, slightly moldy, black-and-white tiles, an ancient piano, and several inches of dust and dirt all crammed into a dark, smelly little basement. Now imagine it gone (with the exception of the piano - we figured out why it was there - it's freaking heavy and it's a long way up those stairs. Looks like we're keeping the piano).
To all of you that own homes: it gets better, right?
