So, instead of having a fabulous lunch or dinner with Husband for my birthday, I sat in my house and watched 9 people do this to my stuff.
Seriously. 9 people. For a fire in the oven that burned for 5 minutes. At one point I saw a small woman scrubbing a light switch with a toothbrush and another cleaning each and every leaf off of a fake tree. This was topped only by the one standing on my bathroom vanity and cleaning my lightbulbs.
I shit you not.
So, the house is cleaner (as in the cleanest it’s ever been since we moved in) and we’re all back home now. Aside from some annoying cleaning solution smell all’s well and I’m busy shopping for major appliances I can’t afford.
And little Benjamite’s naming / blessing ceremony is on Sunday, so I went to get me some more “rockstar”. And if Husband gets home at any decent hour tonight, I’m gonna get me that drink I’ve been waiting for for TEN MONTHS.