... it hurts....
I think the 'sewerage drama' had something to do with them missing me. No one cleans as good as me.
On my return home, I could smell something had gone astray as soon as I reached the corridor outside the lift... that strong smell of something foul, masked (but not successfully) by heavy antiseptic. During our nightly phone goss sessions, hubby had informed me that apparently 4 apartments were awash with sewerage during the 'plumbing catastrophe'. With my hypersensitive nose (it has saved lives you know), I bet I could tell you which ones... blindfolded.
Our apartment was not too bad.... and now that I have added a third layer of fragrance to 'the area in question' (napthalene flakes... good in any 'odiferous' emergency)... it's enough to send one into olfactory hallucinogenic orbit. The carpet has been removed, thank goodness...it gets replaced sometime in the next few days... hmmm bare concrete... luxury! Really, it's quite hilarious when you think about it...hubby and I have been belly laughing a lot this week! Rent is due tomorrow.. what to do? .. I mean they are fixing it.... or so they say. I tell you, one more time... straight to 'A Current Affair'.
So back to my boys... big one said, "when I went to bed, on the first night, I was talking to you Mum, did you hear me?" I did. That first night away from them, when I just had my own thoughts for company, I ached for them. Oh how am I going to cope when they go out into the big wide world one day. It was nice to have a 'Mummy Break' though... no washing or cleaning, cooking or anything domestic for 4 days!
Back to reality. I've got my gloves ready... deep breath, I'm cleaning 'the zone' this morning.
NADM (Never A Dull Moment).