Coming Out Of The Closet. Kind Of.

 

 

I don’t talk about politics here on this blog. Sure, I’ll encourage you to go vote or something, but I really don’t write about my political beliefs or current issues much.

When I started my blog, I made a conscious decision to avoid this subject. I avoid politics not because I don’t care about the topic. Quite the contrary — I care about it very much. Too much, probably, and that’s why I don’t write about it here. I know my political beliefs are not the same as most of my family members and friends, and I don’t want to upset them. And I don’t want too much of a contentious vibe here.

But if any of you follow me on Twitter or are friends with me on Facebook, you’ve seen my political posts. You probably have a clear idea of which side of the aisle I’m on. And you probably know the issues I’m most concerned about. But Twitter and Facebook don’t exactly lend themselves to long thoughts and ongoing conversations.

That’s why I’m glad to finally have an outlet for my political musings. I am beyond excited to announce that I have been chosen as one of the first-ever political bloggers for BabyCenter. Yes, THE BABYCENTER. I’m still floating on air that I got this gig. I’ll be covering political issues and election-related stories through at least the end of the year for them.

My first post went live today. I hope you’ll go check it out. And I hope you’ll still read this blog even if you hate my political stances, because I’m sure we agree on other things (like how awesome the new Prada collection is). You can chew me out in the comments at BabyCenter if you like. Or, you can always read posts by my counterpoint, May Saubier, if you think she’s smarter and less annoying than me.

Just promise me you’ll stay informed and active in the political process!

 

We’re Hooked On Adele

 

 

We watched the Grammys Sunday night, and really enjoyed it. The kids even watched a couple of the tamer acts. I think Finn really liked Adele’s performance. I caught him a couple of days later, flinging himself down the stairs over and over, and singing a song to the tune of “Rolling in the Deep.”
 

I was also smitten with Adele, but not for the song. Rather, I loved her makeup. Before I even went to bed that night, I gave it a try.

Adele:

Me:

Sorry for the lousy lighting. But what do you think? I’m considering doing a video tutorial for it.
 

Because I Love You Too — A Giveaway

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Back when I worked full time outside of the home, I had a regular housekeeping service. But once I started working from home, and my pay went down, I cut back on what I considered a luxury. I didn’t want to spend the money, and I figured since I’d be home more, I could do just as good a job of cleaning myself.

But let’s face it — just because someone decides to work from home doesn’t mean that person suddenly becomes un-busy, with loads of free time on her hands.

Nor does it mean that she suddenly develops a passion or skill for housekeeping.

I’ll be honest — my house only gets cleaned well on three occasions. The first is when people are coming over. The second is when the bathroom starts to smell. The third is when the kids start to stick to the floors.

So when Molly Maid of Greater Little Rock contacted  me and asked if they could clean my home in exchange for a review, it took me about half a second to scream “YES!!!!!!!!” down the phone.

Before they came, I checked them out on Facebook. I liked what I saw. A lot. I saw a brand that engaged with it’s fans. A brand that posted worthwhile information, and wasn’t just trying to sell stuff. They shared information on everything from how to clean up after a party to how to organize your closet to how to fold a fitted sheet. I also saw they were very civic minded, in that they make donations to charitable organizations suggested by their Facebook fans.

I was eager to find out who was behind my local Molly Maid franchise. Imagine my surprise to find out it’s a 19-year-old guy. Seriously. Michael Silva-Nash and his family have been in this business quite a while. I asked him how he got started. He said “I was basically forced into it — really. I was 13 when my parents bought it and it was part of our “chores” to help at the business somehow. I fell in love with it and here I am at 19 years of age, as a sophomore at UALR, doing what I love.”

That’s Michael. Isn’t he a cutie?

He truly does seem to have a passion for this, and it comes across in his employees’ performance. I have to say, their attention to detail while cleaning my house blew me away. I was in and out during the day as they cleaned, but once, I spied them cleaning my blinds slat by slat. Every single one. Separately. My word. They also saved the floors for last, which is important. They moved things to clean underneath, but then put them back exactly where I had them.

Here’s something awesome: The day after they cleaned, the boys locked Nick and I out of our bedroom. They were inside giggling and being sneaky. So Nick reached above the door sill to find the hex key he uses for lock-outs. It wasn’t on the end where it usually was, and had been moved a little. That’s because the housekeepers had cleaned the top of our doors. Who does that? That’s crazy cleaning! I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone take such pride in their work. After they were done, my house sparkled and smelled amazing. I wanted to cry.

I only had one complaint about the whole experience, but it was a minor one. There was a language barrier between the housekeepers and me. I needed to give them some instructions, and I wasn’t sure if I was getting my message across. We made it work, though, and they did everything just as I had requested.

I asked Michael a few questions about using a housekeeping service.

OK, be honest — do the housekeepers talk about how messy we are behind our backs?
Honestly, we do. We have to know how to prepare for the day (supplies, estimated time, etc.) and we do it to better manage what is going out and in of the supply closet. On top of that it makes a great identifier! Such as, the lady in Little Rock that has the three dogs, 2 cats, and a parrot. “Ohhhhh…that house! Yeah, we are going to need more rags!”

What types of services do you offer?
Our main broad focus is housecleaning. However, when we say housecleaning we don’t just mean making the beds and a quick vacuum — we mean the baseboards, the ceiling fans, the cobwebs, the vacuuming, mopping, thorough dusting, taking the trash out, bathroom. Everything top to bottom, left to right. It’s that deep spring cleaning every time — guaranteed. We can do weekly, every two weeks, or every four weeks. We also do occasional, move in/out, and one time cleanings. We strive to provide same-day service. We also do gift certificates.

What should someone look for when choosing a housekeeping service?
There are a few things that you MUST look for when hiring a service that are VITAL to your security.
1. You want to make sure that the company’s employees are adequately bonded, insured, and trained. We do thorough background checks on all of our employees and verify that there is no criminal history.
2. You want to make sure that they have proper and sufficient liability insurance. If they break something can they pay for it and can you track them down?
3. Do they carry worker’s compensation insurance? When you hire someone (especially an independent) they essentially become an employee of yours. If they break a foot at your home, guess who is footing the bill? Yup, you, because you are their employer.
4. After a certain amount you have to pay payroll taxes for them — make sure they have an Employer ID number with which to pay employment taxes.
5. Last but not least, a guarantee. This isn’t something you can buy and return it to the store because you are not satisfied with it. Make sure they guarantee your satisfaction.
(Note: Molly Maid takes care of all of these for you! There is nothing you need to worry about.)

Tell me a little bit about your charitable giving.
We LOVE to give back. Our charitable arm, the Ms. Molly Foundation, is a non-profit set up to assist domestic violence victims across the country. We have raised over $1.2 million since our inception. Plus, a portion of EVERY cleaning EVERY day is given straight to the Dorcas House of Little Rock, a domestic violence shelter. We are also giving back to our local community.

Having a clean house has left a smile on my face the past few days. And I’ve realized that it’s easier to maintain that cleanliness after having the Molly Maid team come in and do a deep clean. So even if you think you can’t afford a regular house cleaning, call Michael and his team to discuss their (lower than you probably think) prices and service options. You should consider having it done at least seasonally or before a party or other special occasion. If you can afford it, have them come weekly. When you don’t have to worry about basic housekeeping tasks, it’s amazing how your quality of life improves, and how much time you free up to do other, more important things.

Want to experience a great clean from the Little Rock Molly Maid team? Well you’re in luck. Michael has generously offered a $100 gift certificate to one of my readers! You’ve GOT to jump on this opportunity. Just follow the easy entry instructions below, and I’ll randomly select a winner next Monday morning.

To enter, just leave a comment below telling me either a housekeeping hint or your deep, dark messy housekeeping secret (you know you shove stuff under the bed). You can get an additional entry for subscribing to my blog via RSS or email. Just make sure you leave a separate comment letting me know you subscribe. But remember — this giveaway is only for those in the greater Little Rock service area. And while it’s not an entry requirement, I encourage you to Like Molly Maid’s Facebook page. No matter where you’re located, it’s a font of useful information.

For The Love Of Love

People often ask how Nick and I met. After all, with his thick English accent, it’s pretty obvious we didn’t grow up in the backwoods of Louisiana together.

Actually, the story of our meeting and our courtship is a pretty interesting one, so to celebrate Valentine’s Day, I’ll share it with you. The long version of the story could make a book, so I’ll try to keep it as brief as possible.

Once upon a time I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life. So one day I packed my bags and moved to London, with no place to live and no job. No kidding. I don’t know what I was thinking. Heck, I probably wasn’t thinking. And I’m glad I wasn’t, because rationality would have told me that this was a lousy idea.

It was. At first.

I lived out of suitcases in a bed and breakfast in a far-flung suburb, and took the tube into the city every day to try and find a flat and some income. I was in shock and cried every day. The flat came first. The job, soon after. I got hired as a front desk agent at the gorgeous Milestone Hotel. The assistant general manager, Louise, began training me and showing me the ropes my first day. One of the first things she did was give me a tour of the hotel. As we were passing through the doorway from behind the front desk into the lobby, we literally bumped into Nick. Louise introduced him to me as my new supervisor.

I went limp. I weakly shook his hand. My knees buckled a little bit. I imprinted every tiny detail of that moment — the lighting, the smells, our surroundings — in my brain forever. But I didn’t remember anything else after that.

I knew from the first moment I saw him that I wanted him. And assertive little spoiled brat that I was, I was NEVER denied something I wanted.

But he was my supervisor. And he had just come out of a bad breakup. He wanted nothing to do with me.

I didn’t care. I pursued him and flirted with every ounce of my being. This was as foreign to me as my new surroundings. I wasn’t the type who pursued boys. I was a sweet Southern girl. They pursued me. Anything else would be unladylike. But I was an obsessed woman on a mission.

I got invited to a movie premier, and was allowed to bring a plus one. I of course asked Nick. To my surprise, he accepted. We had a wonderful evening. It was just before Valentine’s Day. I thought it would lead somewhere. I just knew I’d be getting flowers or chocolates that year.

It didn’t happen. Why not? Because, as he later admitted, he didn’t want to have to deal with any V-Day crap. He did ask me out, though. For the day AFTER Valentine’s Day.

We had an amazing time that day. In fact, our date lasted almost 24 hours. First, we went to the Fulham Tup (a local pub) to watch a big rugby game with all his friends. Then we all went out to eat Indian food. It was fun, but not exactly intimate. However, after dinner, he asked me to join a smaller group to go to Tiger Tiger, a nightclub. There, we danced for hours, drank too many vodka Red Bulls, and had our first kiss. I was in heaven.

That was also the night of the Grammys back in America. Because of the time difference, the show didn’t come on until about 2AM in England. So after the club, we went back to his place and stayed up all night watching the show.

I knew from that point I never wanted to be without him. I couldn’t be. It just wasn’t an option.

Our relationship wasn’t easy. He hurt me a lot in the beginning. He didn’t want to tell people we were dating, so we snuck around. I would cry to my roommate Erin, and she would tell me that any boy who made me so upset was not worth being with. My head knew she was right, but my heart couldn’t let him go.

But let him go I did, because my work visa expired, and I had to move back to the states. We stayed in touch, though. He came to Florida to see me. I flew to England to see him. And then one day, he decided to introduce me to his family. I spent time with them on a trip to England. His grandmother had told him that if she liked me, she would give him her antique ring. So one cold day, at the Tottenham football stadium, in the player’s locker room after the game, he asked me to marry him and gave me her ring. In one fell swoop, I went from being the girl he introduced to everyone as his “friend” to being his fiancé.

We spent more time apart, in a long-distance relationship, during our courtship than we did together. We met in January 1999. I left England in July of that year. We got engaged in April 2000. We got married in July 2001. That was hard. It was hard not knowing what he was up to. It was hard to prepare for a life with someone who I’d spent relatively little time with. It was hard planning a wedding when the groom and half the guests were half a world away. And it was hard dealing with all the resulting immigration issues.

But it was worth it. Our wedding day was one of the happiest days of my life. Everything about that day was perfection.

Has everything after that been perfection? Heck no. There are times I want to kill him, and I’m sure he feels the same about me. We often have personality clashes, as we are so very different. He’s easygoing. I’m uptight. He’s non-communicative. I never shut up. He snores. I like to sleep. It ain’t a bed of roses.

But today, just as it was exactly 13 years ago, I can’t imagine ever being with anyone else. Nick is for me. No one else gets me like he does. No one else would put up with me. No one else would come from a family I adore as much as my own. No one else would help around the house as much as he does, or be such a great dad. And speaking of, no one else could have given me the gift of my boys.

My Valentines. They’re the best.

This time of year, we like to reminisce. We drink vodka Red Bulls and watch the Grammys. I chide him for being a lousy boyfriend. He chides me for being a brazen hussy.

And today, I celebrate our love. It isn’t perfect, but it’s ours. It’s not always passionate, but it’s patient and plentiful.

It’s all I ever wanted.

Who Do You Love?

 

 

 

I made you a candy heart Venn diagram for Valentine’s Day.

Mwah!