I was playing outside with my friends one afternoon after school when I was rudely interrupted by a mandatory family meeting. I was irritated. I knew the rules. You did your homework, your chores and then you were permitted to play outside until dinner. Yes, we were around the dinner table, yet there was no food. I sat, peeved and impatient waiting for whatever was so important that could justify interrupting my precious play time.
My Mom had been pacing around, looking restless and bothered. My dad sat close looking calm and stoic as usual, yet there was an opposite feeling, visible and bubbling on his inside. My brother and sister sitting with my same confused half nervous look of anticipation.
Come join us tonight from 5-8 pm, for some FREE massages and wine tasting, and while you are here you can purchase AWESOME Valentine’s Packages for someone special, or some items from our store (norwex, mutt mitts, urine off, numerous cleaning supplies, etc.) All proceeds are split between TIME IN A BOTTLE (non-profit organization that funds cleaning for families dealing with a child with cancer or other life threatening illness) and a local family who battling cancer as we speak. Every penny helps AND you get a massage and wine…..what more can you ask for?
Time in a Bottle, INC was born in April and unveiled on June 23, 2011. Thank You to all that made it happen and are still making it happen … it is an infant right now and keeping us up at night!
I travel. I travel constantly. I travel five days a week for business, I travel weekends for pleasure. My home is an array of hotels, Hiltons, Holiday Inns or whatever William Shatner hooks me up with. My transportation consists of economy rental cars and cramped airplanes. My friends work at these airlines, hotels and rental companies. My office is any place with accessible electricity and Wi-Fi. My pride is completed tasks, on time arrivals, airline statuses and successful wake up calls. And yet my Dallas apartment is clean.
The last thing I want to do when I am home after three consecutive weeks of travel,( After three weeks of work in Boston, Massachusetts, Mobile, Alabama and Jacksonville, Florida and two weeks with the girlfriend somewhere deep in Montana.) is clean! When I first open that door to my apartment, I unleash the long imprisoned contents of my suitcase and watch as it springs itself free only to rest upon the floors, counters, couch, bathrooms and anywhere else it may land. My never used silverware, used once again, though not put away. Dirty forks, dirty dishes and used napkins find themselves spread all across my kitchen and dining room. My bed a mess once again from use.
Pooping in my pants was one of my earliest memories growing up, when I was 4 (I was the fourth child of 5 kids.) You might think, “So what? My child did that all the time at 4”. I would agree, my son (who is 4) has ‘accidents’ and I figured out last year in our Holiday Letter, when we had 3 kids still in diapers that we probably collected or changed over 1 ton of diapers the previous year…. But, I was fully potty-trained and conscious of my actions.
I was recently SHOCKED to read an article some of my association friends were applauding the contributors for, “Secrets of a Housecleaner”. I can ONLY guess there was lots of chatter and well …. You know how the press can “twist” things a bit? I need to clear some things up here! I would imagine my friends who helped with this article are as upset as I am!
1. It’s the little things that make people happy. That’s why we make the little triangle at the end of the toilet paper roll. You guys love that.