it’s hard to clean the house when the floor is made of lava.
i’m just sayin’.
so i’ve discovered some truths about doing housework with two young boys around the joint: they hate picking up toys, books, clothes, etc. they detest, abhor, despise it. when it comes to general pick-up there’s no love lost.
however, yesterday as i’m scrubbing the bathroom and i’ve got the cleanser in the sink and the cleanser soaking in the tub because it’s one of those cleaning weekends when i feel a little merciless toward the house and the boys sort of have to pay for that because, you know, they’ve heard the speech for the nine millionth time now about how much they have and how it wouldn’t kill them to help out around here and…but anyway…where was i? o yeah. so i’m leaning over the sink with this scrub brush and it’s this awesome! looking aquamarine color and jake comes in and he’s watching me. “can i try?” and i’m thinking he’s being smart or something. because he’s 11 and what 11 year old would actually want to do this? but when i turn around he’s got a really earnest look on his face like, “wow, that looks like a lot of fun she’s having there and i gotta get me some of that!”
so. sort of unbelieving, i hand him the scrub brush and let him go wild. he grabs it and attacks the sink with reckless abandon. i started folding towels and watch him go at it. it was definitely a tom sawyer moment. and then. to top that, as i’m folding and he’s scrubbing, kaileb comes in.
“whatcha doin’?”
“i’m cleaning the tub!”
“oh. can i try?”
so he shows his brother how to do it and then says to me. “i’m giving kaileb a turn.”
and that’s how my sink and bath became sparkling white without me lifting a finger. and then the lights came on and i said, “if you think THAT’S cool, you should try mopping the floor!” ha! they ran around this house washing windows and mopping floors and dusting and polishing wood as if they had just been given brand new bikes with portable video games attached. i’m beyond thrilled at my newfound knowledge. me? i don’t mind. i’ll pick up the toys and books and clothes. as long as they remain impressed with the wonderful world of mind-altering chemical cleansers.
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A Woman's Manifesto
Because a woman’s work is never done.
and is underpaid, or unpaid, or boring, or repetitious,
and we’re the first to get fired,
and what we look like is more important than what we do.
And if we get raped its our fault
and if we get beaten we must have provoked it
and if we raise our voices we’re nagging bitches
and if we enjoy sex we’re nymphos
and if we don’t we’re frigid
and if we love women it’s because we can’t get a real man
and if we ask our doctor too many questions we’re neurotic or pushy
and if we expect childcare we’re selfish
and if we stand up for our rights we’re aggressive and un-feminine
and if we don’t we’re typical weak females
and if we want to get married we’re out to trap a man
and if we don’t we’re unnatural
and because we still can’t get an adequate, safe contraceptive, but men can walk on the moon
and if we can’t cope or don’t want a pregnancy we’re made to feel guilty about abortion
and for lots and lots of other reasons
we are part of the women’s liberation movement.- Joyce Stevens, International Woman’s Day, 1975.
Man Vs. Heart Attack
I am somewhat worried about the dude on Man v Food. He isn’t looking so good these days and putting that food away like that can’t be good for him.
What a great pair of boys!! Olivier snatches my swiffer duster regularly, not bad for a 14 year old.
It’s good to see you back again!!
o! they love the swiffer! they also like the swiffer mop thingie. although they are more in love with squirting the cleanser out than actually mopping.
thanks. it’s good to be back in the saddle again.