“So I want you to know, honey, that Carl and I are on standby, ready and willing to help you out with whatever you need while Ron is gone.”
“I’m good.”
“Are you sure? There’s nothing I can do?”
I pause and try to think up something. “Well… you could come down and help me clean.”
There is a long pause on the other end of the phone.
“My friend Doreen only charges ten bucks and hour and she does a really good job. You should give her a call. She’ll clean things within an inch if its life.”
“Thanks, Mom.”
“Anything for you, sweetie.”
If she’s offering to pay, I’d take her up on it!
Don’t think I would – like to keep my hardearned money & have to tidy BEFORE someone comes in to clean so whats the point?
I just have an untidy house…
!Tidying a house when the kids are growing is like clearing snow when its still snowing!
oh alison I soo agree on the comment about cleaning and children in the house. heck a husband is considered a child at times. I use to have problems BEFORE I had my daughter. Even worse after..haha
I am just leaving you a quick note to let you know that due to trolls on my blog (you can read about it there) I will be password encoding my blog. If you want to continue reading my site, please email me with a link to your blog so that I know whether or not I “know” you and I would be happy to send you the password. Thanks!
You have a CATEGORY called ‘my mother drives me crazy’?!!!! I should have one of those though I’m trying hard not to think about it long enough to actually blog about it.
ROFL! I’m sorry if I wasn’t suppost to laugh, but that was funny, hope you’re not offended.
I’ve read your DH blog, I wish I would have stopped by sooner, I’ve enjoyed reading yours too.
God Bless,
Amber