How did I get here?
I am a Mom of two. I’ve been happily married for 8 years. I’m still young–31. So how did I get to this point where I dream of wonderful house-cleaning marvels from Norwex?
What’s worse–I’ve wanted this freakin’ mop for over 2 years now–at least!!
Some days, I think I have a sickness. A need to please. A need to sell every direct sales item there is out there. Just once. Or twice in the case of one of my more recent endeavors. Or a need to support my friends who sell from these companies. Of course, they don’t share in my sickness (for the most part), so I guess it’s not contagious. They don’t feel the need to sign up for every company that comes by with the latest and greatest offer, promising new and exciting products at a fraction of the cost or steep discounts without having to host a party. So how did I get to this point? It’s obviously not peer pressure.
So here I am. Dreaming about signing up for Norwex so I can get a mop at a discount. A mop. My husband… oh what he would say if he knew I was thinking this! I don’t want to know. Seriously. He probably wouldn’t say anything. He’d probably just shake his head at me!