Confessions of a frustrated wife...

I KNOW my dear husband can't be the only man who does this.

Videos and games all over the floor RIGHT beside the basket they belong in with tons of cords from the TV he SAID he would have mounted.

 

 An empty bag of chips sitting on top of the alarm clock in the bedroom.

His SUIT sitting in the chair.

Please tell me I'm not the only one constantly picking up after a husband. Please tell me this is normal.  My frustration comes from an argument weeks ago. "I pick up all of my things," he says. "You don't pick up my stuff."  I didn't take pictures of the 3 glasses sitting on the side of the sink, or the shoes under the dresser, or the hats sitting BESIDE the hat basket, but I think you get my drift. 

My question to you...Should I pick these things up or let them pile up even more just to prove my point? Is it even worth making a point? Help me out!!!

My new favorite

I have a new vacuum!  Well, I've had it for a few months, but now that I've used it for a while, I am in LOOOVE! 

Yes, it says As Seen On TV, but I didn't buy it from some silly TV ad.  I went to a local vacuum shop and tried it out.  I used it in the store, along with other models and for what I needed and what I was looking for, this was the best buy. Yes, I would love a dyson, but why pay the money when this does the same thing?! 

My rugs are clean, my carpets are clean AND it vacuums the hardwoods like a dream!  And because it is lightweight, my stairs finally received the proper cleaning they have been needing!  So if you are looking for a reasonably priced vacuum (Between $100 and $200) that gets the job done, THIS is your next vacuum!

(No, I'm not being compensated for this post, but if Hoover WANTS to pay me, you can find my email address on my blog! Ha Ha!)

http://hoover.com/products/details/uh70400/windtunnel-air-bagless-upright/

September 11

September 11 (Repost from 2011)

I remember what I was wearing.
I remember where I was sitting.
I remember the phone at my office ringing.
I remember the sound of my mother's voice.
I remember leaving the ringing telephone and running to the television in the conference room.
I remember the horror, the tears, the anger, the questions, and the fear.
I went back to my desk praying.
Praying for those who were dying.
Praying for those who were saving lives.
Praying for those who would get out alive.
Praying for God to save us all.

The tears still flow.  I was no where close to NYC, Washington DC or Pennsylvania but my heart still stops when I hear a low flying plane.  As I'm trying to find the words to explain to my 6 year old what happened, I cannot hold back the tears and he doesn't understand.

Thank you for those who died 10 years ago.  Thank you to those who are survivors.  Thank you to those who have kept the rest of us safe at home and abroad.

I have family who is protecting our country.  I have so many friends who are protecting our country.  I have so many friends who have spouses protecting our country.  To you, thank you. Thank you for interrupting your life to keep others safe.

God Bless America.