(the pictures have nothing to do with the post, just thought I should have some pictures, and I just love these two guys!)for those of you who have been on FB following our adventures of the week
We went to the Dr today for my nagging cough to get some new antibiotics. When we got home, we still hadn't heard from the telephone company, and we still didn't have phone service. I called the phone company and as they were looking into it, there was a knock at the door. It was the telephone repairman! Hooray!!! (thankfully we had got home when we did. And the only reason we were home at that time, was because Maddox was having a terrible time at the rummage sales..but I digress)
Well, I was not expecting anyone, and we had a late start in the morning and had to blow out of here soon after waking up...so my house was a disaster. And I mean true disaster. Last night Maddox had tossed all his Cheerios, raisins, and Puffs all over the floor, and I was too tired to care and sweep them up, the kitchen was full of crumbs on the floor and counters, our garbage can was overflowing to the point of garbage spilling onto the floor.
We had bins and junk all over the house. There wasn't a space left empty. Toys were strewn all over, there was a dirty diaper on the floor (leftover from this a.m.), clothes for Mason to try on were piled around the living room, Maddox was running around in just a shirt and diaper eating and spilling cheerios and Puffs all over and Mason was wearing shorts that are waaaay to small for him, but he just wanted to wear them for one last time.
SO, I let this man into the house and he has to walk through all this carnage because he came to the Kitchen door. And as I show him to the basement door, I hear the crunching sound of cheerios and puffs under our feet. He navigated his way down our basement stairs (that were full of stuff, seriously, there is a teeny little path down the stairs).
He asked me if I could turn the light on where he needed to work, but I had to tell him that the light doesn't work there.
When he was done down there, he needed to see all of our phone jacks. Well, one of them is in the toy room. The floor is littered with toy cars and other small items, so he had to slowly and carefully make his way into and out of that room. Then he needed to see the jack in our bedroom. Fabulous!!! Yesterday I had emptied out the clean clothes baskets onto our bed so I could use the baskets. All of those clothes had been carefully kicked to the floor last night. Lots of undergarments were in those baskets, most of them mine, lying all over the floor for him to step over.
I led him through the maze of bins and toys and clothes in our living room, hurdled the baby gate at the foot of the stairs and, and took him upstairs. I was dying inside. When we got to the bedroom, I remembered I had brought a box of cookies up there last night after cleaning for some quiet time alone and then I saw a moldy cup of tea from a few nights ago. Books were strewn all over the floor and I could barely walk through the room.
Our phone jack is a piece of work in that room. It is on this looooong wire not attatched to anything. We just shove it behind the bed and we really don't use it. So I pull this monstrosity out and he just looked at me wierd. I just smiled and shrugged my shoulders and told him that if I had known he was coming I would have picked up a bit.
Then we headed downstairs to the phone jack in the living room. I told him "Just one more obstacle course to get to the jack" and then I couldn't find it behind all the junk. When I finally found it, he said.."Maybe you could plug it in for me" (he needed to plug in his phone jack tester thingy-majingy).
Then he said all was working fine and got the heck out of there. I didn't even get a slip of paper or anything. All I heard was the crunching of Cheerios under his feet as he fled the scene...I mean left our house.
Yes, that was quite fun. But our phone is working again, and that is the main thing. I was really embarassed though, so it was a good experience for me to go through. I was able to let go of what he thought of me and just rest in what God thinks of me and leave it at that. God knows what kind of day it was yesterday and what kind of morning we had today, and understands, and just really doesn't judge me by how clean my house is. And that is all I need to know. Seriously, when the creator of the whole entire universe loves me unconditionally and cherishes me, why should I worry about what some stranger may think of me because of a messy house? God is good!
We went to the Dr today for my nagging cough to get some new antibiotics. When we got home, we still hadn't heard from the telephone company, and we still didn't have phone service. I called the phone company and as they were looking into it, there was a knock at the door. It was the telephone repairman! Hooray!!! (thankfully we had got home when we did. And the only reason we were home at that time, was because Maddox was having a terrible time at the rummage sales..but I digress)
Well, I was not expecting anyone, and we had a late start in the morning and had to blow out of here soon after waking up...so my house was a disaster. And I mean true disaster. Last night Maddox had tossed all his Cheerios, raisins, and Puffs all over the floor, and I was too tired to care and sweep them up, the kitchen was full of crumbs on the floor and counters, our garbage can was overflowing to the point of garbage spilling onto the floor.
We had bins and junk all over the house. There wasn't a space left empty. Toys were strewn all over, there was a dirty diaper on the floor (leftover from this a.m.), clothes for Mason to try on were piled around the living room, Maddox was running around in just a shirt and diaper eating and spilling cheerios and Puffs all over and Mason was wearing shorts that are waaaay to small for him, but he just wanted to wear them for one last time.
SO, I let this man into the house and he has to walk through all this carnage because he came to the Kitchen door. And as I show him to the basement door, I hear the crunching sound of cheerios and puffs under our feet. He navigated his way down our basement stairs (that were full of stuff, seriously, there is a teeny little path down the stairs).
He asked me if I could turn the light on where he needed to work, but I had to tell him that the light doesn't work there.
When he was done down there, he needed to see all of our phone jacks. Well, one of them is in the toy room. The floor is littered with toy cars and other small items, so he had to slowly and carefully make his way into and out of that room. Then he needed to see the jack in our bedroom. Fabulous!!! Yesterday I had emptied out the clean clothes baskets onto our bed so I could use the baskets. All of those clothes had been carefully kicked to the floor last night. Lots of undergarments were in those baskets, most of them mine, lying all over the floor for him to step over.
I led him through the maze of bins and toys and clothes in our living room, hurdled the baby gate at the foot of the stairs and, and took him upstairs. I was dying inside. When we got to the bedroom, I remembered I had brought a box of cookies up there last night after cleaning for some quiet time alone and then I saw a moldy cup of tea from a few nights ago. Books were strewn all over the floor and I could barely walk through the room.
Our phone jack is a piece of work in that room. It is on this looooong wire not attatched to anything. We just shove it behind the bed and we really don't use it. So I pull this monstrosity out and he just looked at me wierd. I just smiled and shrugged my shoulders and told him that if I had known he was coming I would have picked up a bit.
Then we headed downstairs to the phone jack in the living room. I told him "Just one more obstacle course to get to the jack" and then I couldn't find it behind all the junk. When I finally found it, he said.."Maybe you could plug it in for me" (he needed to plug in his phone jack tester thingy-majingy).
Then he said all was working fine and got the heck out of there. I didn't even get a slip of paper or anything. All I heard was the crunching of Cheerios under his feet as he fled the scene...I mean left our house.
Yes, that was quite fun. But our phone is working again, and that is the main thing. I was really embarassed though, so it was a good experience for me to go through. I was able to let go of what he thought of me and just rest in what God thinks of me and leave it at that. God knows what kind of day it was yesterday and what kind of morning we had today, and understands, and just really doesn't judge me by how clean my house is. And that is all I need to know. Seriously, when the creator of the whole entire universe loves me unconditionally and cherishes me, why should I worry about what some stranger may think of me because of a messy house? God is good!
1 comment:
Holy Moley! At the very least, you gave the Phone Guy a good story to tell at the end of his day. BUT---your house was probably NOT the worst he's even seen. Hey, everybody had clothes on, didn't they? =)
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