“Who would clean this house if I died?”
“I don’t know…Daddy?”
Snort!
“The new wife?”
“Hey!”
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Role reversal here too. I once wondered what would happened if I didn’t clean the house. Being the passive-aggressive type, I just stopped cleaning. Turns out the answer was “nobody”.
I imagine if I left them to their own devices they’d end up being buried in their own detritus. Millennia from now some future archeologist would dig them up with all the artifacts and garbage of their everyday life. It would be a huge find, comparable to Pompeii.
Alas, my own need for order, which is relatively limited, outweighed my concern for the future archeologist. It was a helluva mess, but I got it back under control.
The new wife idea is intriguing however ….
Forget about it. My friend David said New Wives don’t clean. I’m saving you the trouble in finding out the hard way. I’m a giver.
This kid’s crazy. NEW wives don’t do housework.
I’m going to tell him that as soon as he gets off the bus!
Ouch! You are irreplaceable. I have heard, however, that children can be sold to the gypsies for good money and then you could hire someone to clean and you could just relax with a drink. Just an idea. We don;t want to terrify our offspring but a little nervous energy never hurts!
Me likey. Have you thought of starting your own advice column?
Hi there Amy
A wee reminder that we are only here as a temporary measure.
Kids just shoot from the hip eh!
Hugs to you
Ann-Marie
Hey! Be nice to your mother! LOL.
Complete Role Reversal in this household… Well, being a former chef/restauranteur I have issues with people trying to cook in my kitchen to this day,(More than welcome to sit at the bar and chat whilst I’m whipping something up, but “NO TOUCHIE”)
Then there’s the housework/laundry, which they’ve yet to learn how to properly fold T-shirts and towels… oh yeah, and then there’s the sewing/mending, yardwork, Deck repair, painting, and other “Homework”…
But that’s the price for being the youngest and being raised by 2 older sisters while mom was working and Pop was on maneuvers… everything seemed to always be “Boys work”… I’m not really complaining too much though, but a little “help” would go a long way… If they’d just remember what I tell em
Bad boy! You need a time out!