This has been a bang up of a week. And by bang up, I mean, DEAR UNIVERSE, PLEASE STOP BEATING ME OVER THE HEAD WITH A MALLET. NO LOVE, ME.
Wednesday, I tried to man up and go to work, despite waking up at 2AM with my eyes swollen shut thanks to my arch-nemesis, pink eye. Work was a disaster because instead of being understanding that you're sick, 8th graders tell you you're disgusting. Repeatedly. Then to add to the disaster, the boys' sitter called and said that Luke was crying and complaining of an earache. Some major shuffling involved and we ended up at the doctor that afternoon. He walked in the room, looked at me, and said, "Is anyone in this room healthy?" Because his doctor is wonderful, he checked me over, too. We both had pink eye and ear infections (a first for both of us!). Apparently my ear drum was bulging (ew) and he couldn't believe that I wasn't in more pain (because I am a rockstar). We walked out of there with four prescriptions. The doctor is usually more of a "wait and see, try these natural remedies" guy, so I was pretty convinced of our sickness at that point. Well, not to mention the part where I thought I was surely going to die at any moment.
But the completely awesome amazing part of Wednesday? My house cleaner came. And I was having 11th hour thoughts that I was being ridiculous and lazy in not being able to clean my own house, but walking into a clean house on Wednesday? Vanished those thoughts. Of course, not even five minutes after we got home, Tommy dumped his entire snack on the nice clean kitchen floor. I wanted to cry for a moment, but then as the evening wore on and I saw all the little touches, like dusted and Pledged dressers and sparkling mirrors and windows? Oh, hiring someone to clean my house is quite honestly the best thing I've ever done. I feel so much more relaxed, knowing that right now, picking up at the end of the night is all I have to do. I don't have to pick up toys and dishes and then go mop or vacuum. The vacuum tracks on the floor were done by someone else. The squeaky clean bathtub I bathed in last night? I got to enjoy it, but I didn't have to clean it.
Honsetly, I have no idea why I didn't budget for this before, because it is SO SMART. Seriously. I might be sick and miserable, but at least I am sick and miserable IN A CLEAN HOUSE.
Today started off a little suspect. I slept past call off time because Tommy had me up at 3:30. I got ready to leave in ten minutes... and then backed into Shane's car in the driveway. Something tells me it's going to be one of those days where I run out of the building in the afternoon, shouting TGIF!