You think I'm not serious? Tomorrow, my mom arrives in town, from Iowa. On Wednesday, my daughter and grandson will be here, visiting from Phoenix. And our house was filthy. Between my full-time gig, and part-time business, I simply don't have time to clean a house. And, though "beautiful" and "charming" and "sweet" are all words that describe my wife, "domestic" ain't. So we need some help.
Saturday morning, after I made the son his breakfast, I hosed down all three bathrooms, powerwashed every floor that isn't carpeted and washed the walls and woodwork before taking a backhoe to the refrigerator.
Today hasn't gone any better. As a matter and a fact, I'm only taking a break long enough to blog, then it'll be me and that vacuum cleaner. Somehow, six years ago, I thought a 2,800 square foot house was something to be excited about.
I'm getting a maid. You think I'm not serious?
What I'm reading: A couple weeks ago, while visiting the Lincoln Memorial, I purchased the book, LINCOLN: A PHOTOBIOGRAPHY by Russell Freeman. I had no idea at the time that it was a 1988 winner of the Newbery medal, until I saw it again at SCBWI nationals.
I'm embarrassed to say that beyond being an American president, gracing a penny, freeing African American slaves, and wearing a tall hat, I know nothing about Lincoln. So, this really is a necessary read. And I'm enjoying it.