What is That Wretched Noise???

I woke up yesterday morning out of a dead sleep. There was this awful noise blaring and I could not figure out for the life of me what it was. I thought for sure there was some sort of construction going on outside. As it turns out, it was my alarm clock and it was time for me to flop out of bed.

I can count on one hand the number of times I've needed an alarm clock in the past two years. Since the dawn of my stay-at-home-motherhood, I have relied on two rather dependable and more snuggly wake-up calls instead. Normally snuggly that is. Sometimes there's attitude and drama involved.

So yesterday it was Kristy's fault that I needed an alarm clock. Kristy is from church and runs her own house-cleaning business, is a fabulous real estate agent, and has an UNREAL singing voice. Seriously, she should be professional. Her singing gives me chills. Ah, but I digress. Kristy asked me to help her clean some houses in Smyrna that day starting at the butt-crack of 7:30. Being as I'm looking for a source of extra income, I have recently turned to cleaning houses. It gets rid of all that nervous energy that I tend to harbor. It helps me out financially, and helps people feel better about the home they live in. Let's forget the fact that I absolutely detest housework. My inspiration is our truck that will need $700 in repairs any minute now and that dreaded red-suited chubby guy who is bound to make an appearance in the next several months. Say no more!

So here I am, wild hair lassoed into a messy ponytail, grubby shorts and an old t-shirt, wearing socks and house slippers to boot. I was ready! I kicked my day into high gear with a gut bomb of Kit-Kats and Diet Pepsi, and dropped my rugrats off at Roxy's house. The next five hours were spent scrubbing other people's grime.

**Note to self -- Never, and I mean NEVER put hardwood throughout a 3,500 square foot house. Ever! Unless I plan to hire some poor saps to clean them that is. **

At least it's honest work for good pay. That and I get to work muscles that I never knew I had. (Translate as "aches in places I never knew existed").