S.O.S.

My profile states that cooking and cleaning are not my favorite things to do, though I want my family to be well fed and I do crave a clean and orderly home. When Rick found this home, I thought, "This home is too big for just the three of us." That statement was the cover up for "Oh, my that is an awful lot of house to clean." I dread it. By the time I get around to each of the rooms, the first room has become cluttered again.

Help! Help is what I need. I ask Noah and his dad if they are up for assisting me in some housework today. Rick said, "Yes, if your willing to put the pedal to the medal." In other words, no distractions and lollygagging. Noah was not thrilled at all. He had an appointment with "Spongebob" that would have to be postponed.

I felt charged and ready to get my rear in gear. Rick stops me. "We can't do anything until WE find where I misplaced that ABBA CD." I am thinking, "this is a distraction." Finally after retracing his steps, the CD is found. He puts it into the CD player and blasts it for us to hear from any room. He starts dancing and singing while he's cleaning. Noah gets off the couch to join his father. My guys look like they are having a good time. I love ABBA. I begin to feel the music in me. Soon I am smiling, singing, and enjoying the scene of my family all working together."Darling can you hear me....S.O.S" and "Take a chance on me..."

What I learned from Noah and his dad: If you want to have fun cleaning (and even feel a little giddy while you clean) crank the tunes and get their help.Thanks for hearing my S.O.S.

*The CD starts to screech. Noah is plugging his ears. I come out of the bathroom that I am cleaning and I see smoke coming out from one of the speakers!!! It is a slight distraction. Rick comes to the rescue and tools around with his sound system. All cleaning comes to a halt as Rick mourns the loss of his "tweeters" in his speakers.