The Night Before Help Arrived

‘Twas the night before
we got cured.

When all through the house,
not even a mouse
could move in the clutter about. 

Our stockings weren’t hung
and the lights still weren’t strung,
and then sprung
a heart tremor!

Our company soon would be here;
Oh Dear!

The children were scattering their toys all about,
while the dog started making a funny noise from his snout.

My head started spinning from all the clutter;
but what did it matter?

Off to the kitchen to start dinner;
I wanted this one to be a winner!

When out in the driveway
there arose such a clatter!

I jumped and weaved around piles of matter
to see what was the thunder.

There sat a big pile of stuff from my car,
which had fallen out when Kyle opened the door.

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
our company’s already HERE I thought with a tear!

As I looked around at all the clutter,
I heard myself mutter,
we need professional help.

As fast as I could;
Whatchamcallits were shoved here and there.
The closet doors mourned,
as we squeezed more stuff in.

I dashed around the house with a box!
Rocks, socks, blocks and toys!

Gathering, tossing, hiding and shouting,
they’re HERE, they’re HERE,
hide all this stuff!

So up to the house the company came;
While I proclaimed:
Stuff it in here,
Shove it in there,
Squeeze it into this,
Throw it in the abyss!

And then, in a twinkling, I heard the doorbell ring.
As I smoothed my hair and was turning around,
I noticed dog poop all over the ground!

I yelled for my family to get their coats,
surprising our guests at the door
we just took them OUT.

In the morning I couldn’t get dressed
as I looked at our mess.

I called a professional
and made a confession
about our stuff
about our obsession.

I laughed when I saw her,
in spite of my mess,
as I knew soon she would
relieve me of this stress.

A wink of her eye and a nod of her head
soon let me know I had nothing to dread.

She spoke not a word unkind
when she saw what a mess,
but went straight to her work
and I felt blessed.

We sorted through the piles of paper and things 
as she taught me how to de-clutter and sing.

Toss, donate and recycle;
Hey, give this one to Michael!

File don’t pile
were some lessons I learned.
Every dollar I paid her, she earned.

At the end of the day
she gave a little smile and a nod.
Out the door she flowed.
And my place
 how it showed.
 
A professional had been here;
I had nothing to fear.

As I looked around I was truly pleased;
No clutter, no piles, and I was finally at ease.

So if you are stressed
and have a big mess
don’t obsess!!

You CAN have success,
so much less stress
and get rid of your mess. 

My Secret Santa
is Janet,
Just give her a call,
she’ll give you gifts from
her banquet of service
just dial 410-586-9440
don’t be nervous.

(c) 2007 by Janet L. Hall and OverHall Consulting (www.overhall.com)
With special thanks to Beth Augustain

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