Help Wanted

Personal Assistant to sleep deprived, absented minded Stay at Home Mom. Must be able to use a pen and write in a planner. Should be able to communicate such appointments to SAHM so she looks like she has it all together. Must be able to make sure SAHM is showered with teeth brushed and bra on for such appointments. Must be willing to clean up poop on occasion. Please call by yesterday for interview.

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So tell me where did all my brain cells go?

Of course, right here...

And here.

And for those of you who knew me in college, don't answer that question!

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Last Monday, hubby was working a 13 hour day. It was bedtime and I had Samuel occupied on the computer while I put Gabby Girl to bed at 7pm. All was going well until...

I heard this as I came down the stairs, "Mom, look! I can wipe all by myself!" I peered into the bathroom and to my dismay there was poop just about everywhere but in the toilet. I will spare you the details and just quietly mention that someone had an accident and was now trying to be a big boy. I kept my cool and told him that accidents happen when we don't STOP whatever we are doing to use the toilet.

So now there were a ton of groceries on my counter to be put away, the sink was piled a mile high with dirty dishes, toys strewn throughout the living room, and now I had to add in the glorious task of poop clean up. Well thankfully I had not yet showered for the day...phew!

Tim entered around 7:25 just as I was finishing Samuel's bath. Being the good husband that he is, he commented on the stench that permeated the house and then entered right in on the poop clean up!

At promptly 7:30, the doorbell rang. I looked at Tim in surprise because our doorbell never rings. Tim opened the door a crack and lo and behold it was our financial planner/insurance guy holding up his end of the appointment I made about a month prior.

"Bernie, you can't come in!" I said, as the smell knocked him off his feet. Well not literally, but it must have gotten to him a bit since he offered to come back in a half-hour. What a good guy. Upon his return he so kindly let me know that indeed the house no longer smelled like poop.

NOW... if I had my very own Personal Assistant, the story might have ended like this...

"Don't worry Michelle, I'll clean the poop up while you put some make up on and get ready for your appointment" my assistant said. So I got dressed and boy was I looking good for my husband's arrival from work. I also had time to pick up the house a bit and put out some cheese and crackers (that my assistant prepared in advance) on the table.

Tim showed up at 7:25. I greeted him with a smile and kiss. Samuel was already dressed in PJ's and now set up with a movie and popcorn on the couch.

At promptly 7:30, the doorbell rang. "Tim can you grab the door, Bernie's here!" Bernie came in, remarked how nice the house smelled and asked what scent the candle was. We all sat down and had a lovely and productive visit!

Isn't daydreaming fun?

Actually sometimes, it's sanity!!!