Sunday, September 16, 2007
Hazard Pay
For a couple of years now I have petitioned for hazard pay for the laundry lady. It started a couple of summers ago when I opened the trunk of things that had spent a week at Boy Scout camp with my youngest son. The smell literally made me take a step back.
Things have not changed since. Recently I have even found myself walking through the house while they are at school spraying the Febreze like a mad woman.
The following conversation took place Saturday afternoon. My husband is driving, I am in the passenger seat and my youngest son is in the back - having just completed a football game. I have spent the few blocks from the field to our house alternating between trying to hold my breath and taking quick breaths with my hand under my nose. We are pulling into the garage when it begins.
Youngest son: "Something smells."
Mom: "It's you."
Son: "No - something smells."
Mom: "Honey, it's you."
Son: "No. The garage smells like Lowe's."
Mom: "Oh - Dad picked up some stuff for the lawn. You need to put your football stuff in the basket outside."
Yes, I said the basket outside - as in on the back patio. I have begun making him put his really smelly stuff in a laundry basket outside until the laundry lady can wash it.
Anyone want to sign a petition?
simple faith
For a couple of years now I have petitioned for hazard pay for the laundry lady. It started a couple of summers ago when I opened the trunk of things that had spent a week at Boy Scout camp with my youngest son. The smell literally made me take a step back.
Things have not changed since. Recently I have even found myself walking through the house while they are at school spraying the Febreze like a mad woman.
The following conversation took place Saturday afternoon. My husband is driving, I am in the passenger seat and my youngest son is in the back - having just completed a football game. I have spent the few blocks from the field to our house alternating between trying to hold my breath and taking quick breaths with my hand under my nose. We are pulling into the garage when it begins.
Youngest son: "Something smells."
Mom: "It's you."
Son: "No - something smells."
Mom: "Honey, it's you."
Son: "No. The garage smells like Lowe's."
Mom: "Oh - Dad picked up some stuff for the lawn. You need to put your football stuff in the basket outside."
Yes, I said the basket outside - as in on the back patio. I have begun making him put his really smelly stuff in a laundry basket outside until the laundry lady can wash it.
Anyone want to sign a petition?
simple faith
# posted by simple faith : 9:37 PM
