You Know You're a Housewife...

When you cry with joy and appreciation because you were gifted a beautiful new vacuum!

I have THE BEST Grandma in the whole world.  I joked around with her last time I was visiting about how awful the vacuum I am currently using is (really, its a beast, and it makes my life 10x's harder than it needs to be).  This was not me pandering for a new vacuum.  The thought never even crossed my mind.  I was actually doing an impression of myself trying to push it around, and complaining that I am so out of shape that if I vacuum the whole house with it, I get sore muscles.  Mostly I was just telling a funny story about why I had sore muscles and why it was embarrassing, because if you tell someone you are sore from vacuuming, you sound like a fat lunatic.  Because the vacuum I have been using is super human (but doesn't actually work that well) it makes for a great reenactment, its quite comical. (if you don't mind looking like a fool...and clearly, I don't!)

My mom showed up to visit last night for Lily's 5th birthday party, and also brought a gift for me from my GG!  What a surprise!  I opened it, and it was this:

A new Dyson, super swank, compact, AMAZING vacuum, that is SO expensive, I would never even THINK of buying one. 

 I totally sprinked. 

I am so grateful for it.  It will make vacuuming SO much easier.  I am still in shock that my super frugal Grandma splurged on something like this for me.  But I am not shocked at all that she would be trying to take care of me in whatever way she can.  She is the best (Honestly, I challenge you to find a better woman out there, she is my hero)!  I feel a little guilty for telling her about my crappy vacuum.  I didn't even think twice about it, and had no idea she was thinking of doing this.

There was a big part of me saying, NO WAY! I can NOT accept such a nice gift. This is crazy. But I really, really, really want it. Does that make me a bad person?

Whether or not it does, I already used it to vacuum my floor first thing this morning.  If I thought I could get her to return it without a big fight, or without offending her, I probably would.  But over time I have learned when to just shut-up and do my best pathetic attempt at conveying how ridiculously grateful I am!!

Also, on the same note of what an AMAZING family I have, my incredible mother brought these cross-stitches that she made for my girls.  If you have ever done any cross-stitch, then you have an idea how much work (endless hours, dozens, maybe even hundreds) goes into a project like this.  I personally don't have the patience for it.  But that my mom made them such beautiful, heart-felt, hand crafted pictures makes me SO happy.  They are lovely and they also make me want to cry.  They will be treasures for my girls forever!  I am blessed with such wonderful women and role models in my life.  My mom and my grandma are my rocks and make me feel so gushy and sentimental.  I hope I can be more like them someday.

(They say, "A real princess always remembers to say her prayers", "A real princess is always kind to her loyal subjects", "Love and Goodwill. A real princess doesn't need a crown")