A Day From Closing

Tomorrow we are supposed to close on the farm. Both of us are chomping at the bit to get inside of the house and start painting, patching, and steam cleaning the carpet we will rip out. Every move in-er has it...the need to wipe every surface clean. And it is not just a woman thing. Even Tom Builder gets the heebee-jeebees over old bits and crumbs being left behind in kitchen cabinets and carpet stains that are not our own.

We are scheduled to close tomorrow, but we won't. We've learned some valuable lessons over the years. When they have their money, they leave. Job is over. Even if it is not. And while the small list of things on our punch list is getting done (an old truck has been removed from the property, all house plans and warranties are now sitting in a pile), there are other things that still need to be done. The tractor is still missing a steering wheel, two pools aren't filled to demonstrate that they are functional, and perhaps most importantly, there is still stuff piled on the porch and in the garage.

So as much as I wanted to christen the home with soap and a sponge this weekend, I'll have to wait. And I'll have at least one more week to obsess over the giant Behr paint fan I purchased to help with our paint color selections. We are so close! We've waited a long time to find a place like this. What's one more little week? However, if I'm still sitting on my swelling duff in two weeks, I might be singing a different tune.