End of Week 3: Survival

I was standing at the front door, watching with wonder as a team of cleaning professionals┬ácame through the door. Equipped with dusters, mops, vacuums, and smiles, they began to attack the layers of dust and disorganization that my house has become. I looked at Bob the Builder, who simply smiled and said “it’s just part of the service, ma’am. Just part of the service.” Suddenly, a loud harp-like noise started to build in the living room. I looked around – what could it be?

And then I woke up.

Have you ever had a dream that you really, REALLY wanted to climb back into? Continue reading