When The Mister broke his leg, we were flooded with so many kind words, flowers, offers to make meals, grocery shop for us, and care packages. It was truly a moment of “We have the BEST friends.” And seriously guys, we cannot thank you enough for being so supportive the past couple of weeks while we adjusted to the new – thankfully temporary – lifestyle.
But among the traditional helpful gestures we received a couple of ones we definitely never expected. For one, my sister called me up and offered to have a cleaning service come through our house just to give me one less thing to fret over with so much on my plate and so many visitors coming through the house. At first I was hesitant because I was like “strangers cleaning my house???” But guys, it. was. awesome. Everything was spotless. The floors and stainless steel in the kitchen were polished, the dishes were cleaned, the window panes were dusted, the baseboards were wiped clean…. I mean. Holy crap. I’m definitely having a cleaning crew come through at least twice a year now. Just to get the house back to a clean slate every now and then to stay on top of it. And it was great timing because the next day my mother-in-law came to stay with us for a couple of days and it was nice to have a spotless house. 🙂
Ignore my overflowing pile of recycling. The day before he broke his leg, we’d had a bunch of people over and my recycling bin (as boasted on my Instagram) was full of beer bottles and spaghetti boxes. We’re a good time, lemme tell ya.
But this past weekend, The Mister’s parents came into town and from the early morning on Saturday to mid-Sunday, they ripped out the ENTIRE overgrown shrub line between us and our neighbors. A year ago, the shrubs looked like this.
It was a project we kept putting off and had even eventually planned to hire out. We’d been quoted $600 for the work. Instead it was just $5 in garbage bags (made it easier to drag the branches and vines through the yard to the front) and for $35, the city would just haul it all away. In 24 hours, we turned 160 linear feet of brush and fencing into 30 32-gallon bags, a mound of branches and roots, and 3 piles of various metal fencing that had been overtaken by the shrubs. My mother-in-law so wittily said we’d given the yard a haircut.