First of all, I want to thank everyone for the kind emails and comments about the near death of the phone. I have yet to throw her into the face of someone working at an Apple store, but I think she may get her first flying lesson tomorrow. It is remarkably difficult to operate a phone that doesn’t have the numbers 4, 5 and 6.
Today was quite a day. The house got cleaned. Don’t look at me. That would be Maribel. The nanny/housecleaner/taskmaster who will be coming twice a week so I can
clean my house get things done.
M: What’s wrong with you? We have one more room to clean today. Are you tired?
K: Yeah, I’m tired. I didn’t sleep last night.
This I’m telling to a woman who left her house at 3:30 to catch a ride with her husband to get dropped off at my house at 5:30 so her husband could make it to work by 6. As a matter of fact, I am one lazy ass. Thank you very much. 6 hours of cleaning my house and I just wanted to lie down on the very clean living room floor and die of a heart attack. But God forbid we don’t clean the dining room.
There was one point that she caught me watching Bob the Builder. Hey, it was that really good episode when they build the well. It’s fascinating. But she snapped her fingers and I was off to find a home for the 900 yards of ribbon and 30 lbs. of card stock. She kept saying that The Husband wouldn’t even recognize the house because it was so clean. She said he would be confused and turn around to leave. I said as long as he took the kids with him, that would be okay with me. Did I do one shirt today? No. No, I did not. I did not make that shirt for your daughter, Ali Landry. Your daughter will have to wait because there was no making Maribel wait. She wasn’t tolerating any of that. She had high hopes when she left today that upon her return on Monday at oh dark thirty, she will find a clean house. Ha! If she wanted to see the house clean, she should have taken a picture before she left.
But thanks to Maribel’s torture, I have a clean house and now The Baby can have a birthday party. Yay, BABY!!! So it’s not actually your birthday yet. Close enough for government work. Wondering how that whole peer pressure, your brother had 80 photos hanging from the ceiling for his first birthday, is going to go.
maybe I could teach the kids how to print pictures between now and Saturday. Using their powers for good instead of evil. We’ll give it a whirl.