Not quite as bouncy as Beyonce's 'Single Ladies', but it's the reality for us this weekend. I WISH we had a team of cleaning ladies. But alas, it's just us. I look around and realize if our house looked like this last weekend, we'd be in good shape. However, we have until Tuesday to whip things into shape and it does not look good for the home team. It will happen and it will be fine, but I'm kinda freaking out a bit.
What else is new, though, right?
Yesterday afternoon, the office that called Thursday to inquire about my employment status called me to schedule an interview. I will be there at 9 a.m. on Friday morning. Please commence praying, lighting candles, and whatever else it is you people do to make good things happen.
This job would be an incredible opportunity. I'm trying not to get my hopes up too much because that has not done much for me in the past two years. I will take it as a good sign that they called me, but I could be among several candidates and find myself on the short list, but without an offer. I already scheduled a manicure for Thursday. My hands are ATROCIOUS and for whatever reason, hands are very important to lawyers. Mine are dried out, cracked and hang nails abound. Cheryl will fix me good as new on Thursday, though.
Needless to say, I will not be going to bed tonight until my basement is organized, clean and tidy. If it turns out as nicely as my refrigerator did, I'll post photos. Ha!