Last season I was swept off my feet with this show, and I couldn’t wait for this season to start. It’s definitely a lovely addition to my Sunday. “Downton Abbey” is a period drama set in England during World War I, and if you’ve seen the PBS series “Upstairs, Downstairs” you may have noticed the striking similarities. This season, however, the series has really established itself as its own creation. I love it! Of course, I dream of myself living in the gorgeous Downton Abbey, but truth be told, if I lived then, I would be one of the servants. LOL
Some of the characters have changed a bit from last season. Take Mary, for example. She was so superficial last season, but this season she’s grown and matured a bit. Edith doesn’t seem as petty. At first I thought it was too much of a change from last season, but the move I think about it, the more I appreciate how the war has forced all these characters to grow up. Besides, I like these new sides of the characters.
Have you seen it? If not, you should! Tonight’s events had me weeping in my popcorn. Oh, how I love this show.
. . . than to say I have laundry under control. Seriously. Just when I think I’ve conquered it – BOOM!! – the laundry pile is suddenly a mountain that threatens to come crashing down on top of me if I don’t start up the washer pronto. I know it’s never-ending, so why the heck I said it’s under control is beyond me. I know better!! 🙂
I think I’ll start of new category of “I should know better …”s. I’ve got a bunch of them! I’m a smart gal, at least in some areas, but sometimes I do make the same mistakes a couple of times. The laundry comment is minor, yes, but let’s see what else I can come up with. What about you? Anyone want to share their own “I should know better” moments? Names can be change to protect the humiliated. 🙂
I don’t covet my neighbor’s wife, but I do covet my bachelor friend’s cleaning lady. She comes over once a week, every other week, and his house looks fantastic. It’s never been so clean! It’s just him and his dog, so it shouldn’t be that messy to begin with, right? But let me tell you, after she gets done with it, it sparkles.
I’m a divorced , working mom who between work, school functions, sports, and dinnertime, barely has time to fold the laundry or even start the dishwasher. Needless to say, I’m green with envy. How luxurious it would be to come home to a house someone else had cleaned — floor vacuumed, living room dusted, kitchen mopped and cleaned, bathroom scrubbed and minty fresh! I would feel like royalty.
I’ve heard people say they could never have a cleaning person because it’s demeaning to the cleaning person. I don’t quite get that. It’s honest work. We pay people to watch our children, to work on our cars, to deliver our mail, to teach our children. Some of us even pay people to clean our cars, but that’s not considered demeaning to the guy at the detail shop. Maybe it is demeaning if you treat the cleaning person with disrespect or in a condescending manner.
If I had a cleaning person, I think I would hug her (or him) every time she (or he) cleaned my house. Then she (or he) would think I was a basket case and never come back, and then I’d be back to where I am now, loading my own dishwasher, vacuuming my own floors, scrubbing my own bathroom. Sigh. I’d better go for now. Those dishes aren’t going to do themselves.