Why does the dog have to wait until after I’ve mopped the kitchen floor to puke on it? Wouldn’t it have been just as easy for him to puke this morning, before I had mopped, thereby saving me the trouble of having to mop the same floor twice in one day? Actually, it seems as though everyone in this family, with the exceptions of Mette and the cats, has conspired to dirty up all the surfaces I cleaned today. When I asked Lydia to pick up her watercolors and the accompanying clutter from the kitchen table, she said, “I’m sick of doing your work!”
Excuse me?
I can cut Tage and Asbjørn a little slack, since neither of them really understands messes or the work that I have to do to clean up after them, but sometimes I think that Lydia and Olof honestly believe that I have nothing better to do with my time than to tidy up their messes. The normal housewifely and at-home mom stuff I don’t have a problem with, but at times it seems as though the two of them have dedicated their lives to egregious and gratuitous mess-making.
I’m a fan and a fellow mom blogger and I just wanted to say that I sympathize and I wanted to let you know that no matter how much you wonder if anyone is actually reading your blog I love it and am really enjoying reading about another mom and what you go through as I do the same.
Congratulations on being a dedicated stay at home mom. We’re a dying breed!
Ah yes, this instant happens to me all the time, and I don’t even get the benefit of having a husband 😉
My parents used to tell us that they “let us live in the house for free, provided food and electricity, for free, and enough clothes so that we wouldn’t freeze” It was a heck of a lot more than a lot of kids got… especially after spending a week with my Aunt, who had NO electricity and an outhouse.
Maybe you could go on strike for a few days?