Sometimes I look at my house at the end of the day, and I see all the toys and the dirty dishes and the laundry and I think to myself…
Maybe I should just move.
I mean, I wouldn’t pack anything up. Just leave. And when the real estate broker would show our house to prospective buyers, she’d say things like, “Don’t worry about the dirty dishes and all that junk on the floor. The owner couldn’t take it anymore. She just could not clean up one more dirty, unmatched sock and left. Rumor has it that she is living above a chocolate croissant shop in the Ile de la Cité of Paris.”
Instead of a perfectly manicured lawn, the broker’s pamphlet for potential buyers would show half broken toys strewn across the lawn, a bent over cactus plant that our 9-year-old decided to plant in the middle of the yard, and a small river from the hose being left on accidentally for 18 hours.
There would be wet laundry in the machine that I had washed 14 times but kept forgetting to put in the dryer.
There would books held together by duct tape.
And enough hairbands to sew a hairband quilt if there was anyone on the planet who actually wanted a hairband quilt.
It would be like the opposite of “staging” a house. I would just leave it a complete hell hole.
So that’s one option.
Another option is to pray that the Glad clean up crew shows up at my house each night. How can you beat cleaning, pom poms and front flips?!
Can you imagine if they showed up at your house? I’d be so happy that I wouldn’t even ask why they loved to clean so much.
By the way, if you watch some of their entertaining TrashCrashers videos, you can get a coupon for those black Glad bags. That’s the kind of coupon you can actually use, unlike you know, a coupon for baby mascara or something.
This is a sponsored post by Glad. All ideas are my own. Especially the part about me living above a croissant shop in Paris.