It’s Thursday and I am dogged tired but happier than a pig in, well you know… Lol!
Though I’m tired, I am feeling mighty fine now. :)
After much procrastination, dust balls spinning on the wood floors, cobwebs getting caught in my curls, and dusty windows obstructing sunrise, I finally broke down and hired a company to clean my filthy house.
There just ain’t enough time to blog, work, train, attend football practice, cook, do laundry and thoroughly clean over 4,000 square feet in one damn week. I know y’all feel me on this.
The delay was because I don’t think anyone is going to clean it the way “I” clean. I’m icky picky about stuff. Don’t wear shoes in the house. Use a fresh cloth in each area. Stay out of my kitchen; I’ll disinfect it myself (even after the cleaners leave). Yeah, you read it right.
Am I OCD? Possibly and I don’t care; there’s no shame in my game.
Anyways, lately I have just let ish go and I spot clean. Hubby tries but the help is not consistent. My 25 year-old daughter swears the floors are clean enough to eat off but obviously we have different standards. If the floors are so damned clean, why don’t you try eating off of them?
I am in the basement writing this post, while a team of five are upstairs whipping my house into shape. Lord, I am thankful!
Making my day even more special, I’m sitting in my official writing space. A writer friend (Thanks Shawn!) encouraged me to create a writing space, which I did. During football season though, I blog from the sidelines, inside my car, my lunch break at work, or any space where I can compose my thoughts and write a few words.
My writing space is filled with inspirational images and objects that make me smile. The small pic with the girl in the cap and gown is me. After nearly 12 years of working and going to school, in 2002, I received my Bachelor’s Degree in English.
This dog is cool. The message is encouraging.
My writing space was created to inspire me. On Wednesday, November 5, 2008, Barack Obama made history and was elected President of the United States. I never thought I would live to see the day when an African-American male would be elected president. Those were the happiest tears ever!
The following day, I took the day off from work and bought all the magazines and newspapers I could find. The images remind me that no dream of mine is too big or unattainable. #100HappyDaysChallenge #100HappyDays4Lexa #Day45
The truth is this (cleaning) company is doing a better job than me! They’re fluffing bed linen, polishing the kitchen trash can, dusting pictures on the walls and cleaning stuff that hasn’t been touched in God knows how long.
They clean. I write.
Dummy! Instead of being cute, I should have done this a long time ago. I can walk bare foot again!! Haahaahhaa! Silly me! It’s the little things that make me happy.
Speaking of happy, yes, I am still plugging away at the 100HappyDaysChallenge. The challenge, pun intended, is that I capture most of my “happy” images with my iPhone. When I attempt a picture, I get this lovely message….
How am I suppose to capture my happy images when my storage is full? Sometimes I use my iPad, but I don’t always have that. Hubby and I share Apple accounts. It seemed like a good idea (before I started blogging), but it’s not working anymore. After we get our iPhone 6 and or 6 Plus, we will separate the accounts.
The best fix is to buy a new camera! I am working on it.
Oh wow!! Lol!! They (the cleaning crew) just carried Alex down to me. They are trying to clean and he wanted to play.
Holy cow, Arnold (the owner) wasn’t kidding about the first cleaning being detailed! They’re in the microwave! I’m doing the happy dance now!! They started at 3:15 p.m. It is 7:29 p.m. and the vacuum is in full effect. Yay!! Tonight before heading to bed, I’m going dance barefoot on the hardwood floors.
So back to my #100HappyDaysChallenge.
Well folks, 8 O’Clock is creeping up on me and it’s Thursday. Do you know what that means? You have to!! Lol!
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Which also means that I will wake up tired as heck tomorrow morning, but since tomorrow is Friday, rising at 4ish will be a little less painful.
Ya’ll have a fabulous night and thanks so much for stopping by and for following Lexa’s Journal.