John has been cleaning our carpets since my oldest was a baby. He is quite a character and is always good for a laugh.
He was suppose to show up around 10:30 to start which was the same time I had an appointment at the middle school for conferences with the kids teachers.
I got up early (6:00 am which is the crack of dawn at my house) showered and got dressed before getting the kids off to school. I then moved all the furniture off the carpets because I wanted this to be a really good scrubbing.
Then after I was all sweaty from moving the furniture around I put the two younger kids into the car and headed off for my conferences.
After said conferences I collected my children and had the brilliant idea that I would take them shopping to look for the artificial Christmas tree of my dreams. At this point I should have realized that I must have had a small stroke or something. However, my mommy radar was obviously out of whack so off I went with four kids to look for the perfect tree.
Scattered in amongst our tree shopping we were also looking for the perfect dress shirts for the boys to wear for the family portrait being taken Wednesday morning. This realization thrilled them even more than the whole tree shopping thing.
After five stores and lots of whining and complaining we did manage to find the shirts. However, their was not a good tree in sight.
What do you think hubby will do to me when I tell him we should go back to Sam's tomorrow and buy the tree we had in our cart and I made him put back?
Yeah, yeah, I know.
Pray for me people.