Originally Posted by cmd
I had a mom ask me tonight, at DS's soccer practice, if I was still enjoying my "life of leisure."
My dd decided to pretend she was a cat and actually use
the litterbox yesterday. This is when I had a cold and had
to get out to pick up something for dinner. My ds2 had been in there, dumping handfuls of litter in the hallway about eleven times that day. My dd was juggling linguini. Every time I got into the fridge, ds2 managed to grab something and/or knock something over.
Life of leisure??? Sure, my house is a mess, but that doesn't change the fact that I vacuum and sweep every
day (this a new and necessary development) and can't remember what hot coffee tastes like...
People are kind of stunned sometimes, really.