… you’re invited to a Norwex party, and you cannot wait to buy the new mop and give it a try. Will it measure up to hands and knees scrubbing? Be as simple as the Swiffer mop? We’ll know more Friday!
I would like to say I am half-joking, but this mop has been on my mind most of the day. What is happening to me?
So therefore, this leads me to my South Dakota segment of Desperate Housewives. Not the alcoholic, dried out, cat-fighting reality TV version that leaves me rolling my eyes when the insulting commercials come on. Nope, my version is way cooler. Because until you’ve made a grocery list to last you a week because you cannot justify the 40 minute drive it takes in the event you run out of buttermilk, you’ve never really experienced being a housewife in it’s most desperate form.
Desperate enough to call your neighbor and ask if you can borrow an egg or six. Or a cup of milk. Or flour. And when you do, you end up catching up on life in the kitchen with some coffee for a little while.
No, we don’t fight over men or friendships. Most of the time when a woman shows up, the husband gladly sneaks off to the nearest shop behind tools and equipment. And we don’t get drunk and break our heals, giving the world the ugly cry because we’re a 14 year-old girl trapped in a 45 year-old body. Do you know when I see these women cry? When someone else is hurting, because they’ve been there before.
So when I start to feel desperate, desperate for a friend who understands this life, I know who I can count on. This version of Desperate Housewives is not in vain, either. In the midst of it all, solid friendships are formed, real love is nurtured, and borrowed baking ingredients are a good field or two away.
Perhaps even more so in this weather …
Update: This non-working wife simply could not justify spending over $120 for a new mop! So, back to the old ways of scrubbin’. Hey, I’m not cheap, I’m frugal.
Update again: Hosted a party in January and got the mop FREE. That’s pretty neat, huh?