Our house goes on the market in about four hours. I've been working to get it ready for months, but here in the final moments I feel like I've done nothing. Before five o'clock I've got to vacuum, mop, make two beds, and spread five bags of mulch. I've hauled carload after carload to the thrift stores, but we still have more things than we need or can move. We moved into this house when John was six months old. He'll turn six in a little more than a month. I'm certainly paying the price now, but for those years I was certainly a better mama than a housekeeper.