Wednesday, January 25, 2012

i was fired by merry maids

dear emily,

i know.   embarrassing, but, please hear my side.

i was the young mother of five active kids.  my loving husband
had built me a house that was too big for me to handle.  

the meals and laundry weren't too bad.  i managed to get my kids
to their basketball practices, ballet recitals, and piano lessons and
enjoy some mcdonald's french fries on the way.   i was only
homeschooling two kids by then . . . but the house was killing

after a while, too long really, in desperation, i called merry maids,
who made my kitchen and bathrooms sparkle.  as the angels ladies
were limping out the door,  spraying some amazing scent out of  a
squirt bottle, i threw myself at the last one and grabbed her ankle,
crying, "please don't leave me here by myself!"

the next morning i had a notification in my mailbox saying the
merry maids would no longer be able to help me.

sheesh.   i felt like a desperate housewife.


"do not forget to entertain strangers, for by doing so some people
have entertained angels . . . "  hebrews 13:2