...on the day my maid comes.

Don't faint - it is real! I am posting more than once this week!

(I'm on fire! Go me! Doing the cabbage patch...running man...oh yeah!)

Awwww...lunch breaks are for writing and cussing out school counselors.  Between us - "If she would have just done her job then we wouldn't be in this situation would we?! Fucker..."

Don't going throwing stones at me now, I didn't really cuss out the school counselor, but she will forever remember who's Kitty's mother is! I ended the conversation with the same line I have to tell my kids sometimes: "I'm not "asking" you to change my daughter's schedule. I'm telling you."

Then I graciously exited and withheld the comment "or you will get a spanking and be grounded for 6 weeks!  It's your choice!"

I'm going to update my blog - nothing dramatic - but I just wanted you all to know. When you come back and it doesn't look the same, well? It's still me!

I need a change for 2013 and since I'm not really anonymous in my part of the world, I will quit trying to be...

That is a WARNING - just FYI.

Okay.

(Cue:  insert dream sequence here.)


On the day that my maid comes each week, I am so relaxed. I get to go home at lunch at snuggle up to a clean, fresh smelling house. I get to walk barefoot and my feet don't turn black. I get to walk through my spotless and peaceful house giving thanks and absorbing what it feels like to be in my house - the way it should always be.




Then the evening comes, the dream sequence ends and the bubble burst.

and normal life resumes...


 :-)