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It was a sad sorry sight when I walked through the door the other day.
After spending ten days vacationing with The Hubs and Kiddos, I was looking forward to being in my own house again. Surrounded by my own stuff. Peeing with the bathroom door open. You know, the usual stuff.
But what greeted me when I walked through that door was a house that had been neglected for the past couple of weeks, mixed with evidence of a rushed and manic packing job.
Dishes in the sink.
Clothes strewn across the floor.
Dust piled high.
And Eddie's Puppies turned feral.
(Eddie's Puppies, by the way, are what I endearingly call the little balls of fur that collect in corners and hideaways and roll through the house like tumbleweed. Wall to wall wood flooring is no friend to a girl who oftentimes forgets where the vacuum is located.)
The only evidence of our filth that I am willing to display for all the world to see is the shot of our dining room table.
Which was having a difficult time working in a "dining" capacity.
"But ten days away would not create such a catastrophe!" I can already hear you chortle.
Geez, you are SO judgmental!
Well, no. It might have something to do with the neglecting of the house, kids and blog for the past
week or so (that I've been guilty of) in an effort to create a Super Stupendous Blog that will lead to my being crowned Bloggy Queen of the Hemisphere (followed by Bloggy Queen of the World, and then Bloggy Queen of the Universe. There are rhinestone sashes. You are so totally jealous.)
So I came home, and was automatically drained. I set to work clearing off the table, washing the dishes, and attempting to find homes for all the homeless crap cluttering my house.
I declared that the remainder of this week would be spent doing some serious deep cleaning.
Yesterday was devoted to dusting the first floor.
No, not weeny Swiffering-only-the-visible-spots dusting.
This was MOVING THINGS dusting.
This was using-Pledge-and-a-RAG dusting.
This was the 1950's-Good-Housekeeping-Seal-of-Approval dusting.
There was a step stool in play, people!!!
But no good deed goes unpunished.
Or, should I say, no good housekeeping goes unmarred.
Because HOURS after pulling everything off the mantle, dusting every last knick-knack, and gingerly placing every frame and tchotchke back in it's rightful place, as I was in the midst of finally relaxing on the couch, checking some emails, my head jerked in the direction of a loud CRASH!!!
And then looked on in horror at the large 11x17 picture frame lying on the floor.
Apparently, the cleanliness made it suicidal.
And it decided to take two of my angels and the Murano Glass frame with it.
Hubby commented to me this morning, after reviewing the carnage, "Looks like you could glue those figurines back together."
Well, yeah, Genius! I can also go to the Hallmark Store on the corner and BUY them for the cash I've got in my wallet.
The part I can NOT replace is the Murano Glass.
That we purchased in a tiny shop in Venice.
The REAL, Italian Venice.
On our HONEYMOON!!!!
I swear, I LOVE my life.
I just think sometimes my LIFE doesn't love me.
