Thank God for lysol...People were in my house today when I wasn't there. And not little green men from Mars, either. Realtors. And househunters. And I just want to get rid of the germs tonight.

I have a strong inclination to buy a new coffee pot when all of this is over...If people will pee in a hotel coffee pot, then they just might pee in the coffee pot in the house they are viewing. The realtor was supposed to call to make sure that it was a good time to see the house before they just came right on in. But they didn't. And now I am weirded out. We found the business card on the kitchen table.

It's a little weird to me to think of people walking through my house while I am walking through some stranger's house in Atlanta. I remember thinking today...wondering if the people viewing my house would criticize my cleaning habits or my "decor." I call it "moving chic." With touches of baby style. And then I thought about the nasty smells in some of the houses that I was in today. One house smelled like stale, rank cigarette smoke. And another smelled like cat urine. And one smelled like what I thought was some little old man's cheap cologne, but Hubby and the realtor informed me that it was the smell of curry. And one smelled refreshingly like nice, clean, sanitizing bleach. I am scared that my house has some weird, foul odor undetected by me. I am so happy for Lysol. And candles. And bleach.

I don't know whether to be thankful or depressed tonight. We really do need to sell the house...seeing that we will not be living here much longer. But this is the first house that Hubby and I ever owned. And the only home that Peanut has ever known. And strangers invaded it today. And all I want to do is scrub...and throw away something. I have found that throwing away things is such a nice, in-control feeling. I like it.