My cousin Nadine is coming over today but I am not sure if I am going to have to call an Uber or Lyft to fetch her from the buss station and take her to my mom's before I pick her up. I have a cleaning service today and they are coming at 8:30 a.m. I am up early enough to go meet them at the store near my house.
I am nervous because my house is a mess. It is a real mess... it is embarrassing for someone else to clean it... but I let friends help me and family... they have before. I resisted hiring someone for so long. But I am okay with it now because I need help. Enough is enough.
They arrive and I explain that I will help too. We all get to work and it is a good thing I helped because one of their team was going to show up later but probably couldn't call due to connectivity, so she never found us. These women do a great job. I mean my house is so messy, but now, next week will be just maintenance.
The older woman knocked over my mom's 1986 Miss Albee Porelain figure Presidents Award. My mom was a top seller that year for Avon. My mom was once a Jafra consultant as well, but I remember her Avon days just as much.
I actually very much enjoyed this figuring. I remember admiring her quite a bit growing up. I decided to display her on my desk, somehow the woman tipped it over and she shattered. I was going to fix her but there were too many missing pieces. She felt so bad and I kept telling her not to worry, that it is okay. But I was a little upset because it survived all these years around me and of course, it is someone else who breaks it. How much would it be to replace it? I remember my mom telling me I should list it on ebay but now I find myself looking for a replacement. I find one for $24.99 + $17 shipping. Well, I am replacing her.
Should I have charged these women? I don't care. It was an accident.
But not long after, the same woman tells me she broke my vase with my peacock feathers in it. I laugh because she didn't... that was already broken and not glued back but rather clear taped back together. Many things in my home are broken and you would not know it. I fix things, repair them, I glue them back together. I make shift replace parts sometimes. People don't know this, but I value my things, and I value my relationships... even if I am a little rough. I will care for things. I have things I have inherited, and I have things I have collected all my life. Just about everything has a story behind it, and yet if it all burned in a fire I wouldn't feel the loss... but while I have them, I will appreciate these earthly things, as I can only enjoy them here, while I am alive.
My cousin texts me that she is almost to her destination and I tell her I may be late but I would call her a Lyft if need be. Finally the ladies finish. The house looks amazing, I am pleased. I message my husband and tell him how happy I am about it all. I realize he did not leave all the money, a misunderstanding, so I go down to the store with the women to pull out more money from the ATM. I schedule an appointment for next week. To prevent my cousin waiting for me for too long I get a Lyft for her and her sister to my mom's house. I then head over.
Once there of course I am happy to see both of my cousins, and we laugh and joke about anything and everything. My cousins Liz is going to stay with their dad while Nadine is coming back to my place for a girls night of sharing and complaints but mainly we'll laugh..
On the way to my house we stop by Albertson's and buy some alcohol and salad stuffs for juicing. I had thought I could get healthy again. She buys chicken nuggets and we end up pigging out.
At the house is my husband, whom I told that I said to Nadine that I had asked him to sleep in the other house so we can have a girl's night, but the truth is, she knew we are having a rough patch right now. My husband doesn't hang out with us, instead he takes the PS3 to the other house to give us space and also because he planned to sleep early since he is working this weekend.
I get tipsy off one drink but I also drink that lemonade stuff so that kicks in. We watch "The End of the F***ing World", "Black Mirror", and a zitcom... I forget the name. We talk about our problems, our traumas, and our dreams. Finally we are sleepy and we share my bed. Again, I did not blog the same day...
I am nervous because my house is a mess. It is a real mess... it is embarrassing for someone else to clean it... but I let friends help me and family... they have before. I resisted hiring someone for so long. But I am okay with it now because I need help. Enough is enough.
They arrive and I explain that I will help too. We all get to work and it is a good thing I helped because one of their team was going to show up later but probably couldn't call due to connectivity, so she never found us. These women do a great job. I mean my house is so messy, but now, next week will be just maintenance.
The older woman knocked over my mom's 1986 Miss Albee Porelain figure Presidents Award. My mom was a top seller that year for Avon. My mom was once a Jafra consultant as well, but I remember her Avon days just as much.
I actually very much enjoyed this figuring. I remember admiring her quite a bit growing up. I decided to display her on my desk, somehow the woman tipped it over and she shattered. I was going to fix her but there were too many missing pieces. She felt so bad and I kept telling her not to worry, that it is okay. But I was a little upset because it survived all these years around me and of course, it is someone else who breaks it. How much would it be to replace it? I remember my mom telling me I should list it on ebay but now I find myself looking for a replacement. I find one for $24.99 + $17 shipping. Well, I am replacing her.
Should I have charged these women? I don't care. It was an accident.
But not long after, the same woman tells me she broke my vase with my peacock feathers in it. I laugh because she didn't... that was already broken and not glued back but rather clear taped back together. Many things in my home are broken and you would not know it. I fix things, repair them, I glue them back together. I make shift replace parts sometimes. People don't know this, but I value my things, and I value my relationships... even if I am a little rough. I will care for things. I have things I have inherited, and I have things I have collected all my life. Just about everything has a story behind it, and yet if it all burned in a fire I wouldn't feel the loss... but while I have them, I will appreciate these earthly things, as I can only enjoy them here, while I am alive.
My cousin texts me that she is almost to her destination and I tell her I may be late but I would call her a Lyft if need be. Finally the ladies finish. The house looks amazing, I am pleased. I message my husband and tell him how happy I am about it all. I realize he did not leave all the money, a misunderstanding, so I go down to the store with the women to pull out more money from the ATM. I schedule an appointment for next week. To prevent my cousin waiting for me for too long I get a Lyft for her and her sister to my mom's house. I then head over.
Once there of course I am happy to see both of my cousins, and we laugh and joke about anything and everything. My cousins Liz is going to stay with their dad while Nadine is coming back to my place for a girls night of sharing and complaints but mainly we'll laugh..
On the way to my house we stop by Albertson's and buy some alcohol and salad stuffs for juicing. I had thought I could get healthy again. She buys chicken nuggets and we end up pigging out.
At the house is my husband, whom I told that I said to Nadine that I had asked him to sleep in the other house so we can have a girl's night, but the truth is, she knew we are having a rough patch right now. My husband doesn't hang out with us, instead he takes the PS3 to the other house to give us space and also because he planned to sleep early since he is working this weekend.
I get tipsy off one drink but I also drink that lemonade stuff so that kicks in. We watch "The End of the F***ing World", "Black Mirror", and a zitcom... I forget the name. We talk about our problems, our traumas, and our dreams. Finally we are sleepy and we share my bed. Again, I did not blog the same day...
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