But, you see, I have the other slipper....

Modern Cinderella Slipper

Cleaning.

Laundry.

Dinner.

Cleaning.

Vacuuming.

Grrrrrr.

I don't mind cleaning.  However I do mind constantly having to clean up after people who are quite capable of cleaning up after themselves.  It bugs me.  For some reason though this feeling only applies when I am at home.

Dishes put in the sink instead of rinsed and put in the dishwasher.

Heaven forbid you should have to empty the dishwasher and put the clean dishes away.

Wash a pot by hand - oh my goodness, what's wrong with me for even thinking such a thing?

Wiping up spills.

Wiping off the top of the brand new glass top stove that you insist on using as a counter top - when we have three separate areas of counter top.

Black hand prints on the walls.

Black hand prints on the kitchen cabinets and drawers.

Did I mention that the cabinetry in the kitchen is white - and all of the walls in the house are white.  Ugh.

Track in mud.

Let the dogs track in mud.

Spill your drink on the floor - eh, let the dog lick it up.

The white carpets the previous owners put down are a nice shade of brown.  Can't wait to have the money saved up to put down the new carpets - I hate these carpets.

Laundry.

Don't carry it down.

Don't wash it.

Don't dry it.

Don't fold it.

Don't put it away.

It's nights like tonight - as I go around cleaning up after everybody (while they watch TV I might add) - that I get completely frustrated that my husband lives with the mentality that housework is a woman's job.  Don't know where the hell he ever got that notion from - cause he mom never did jack - including the fact that she didn't know how and refused to cook - unless you like burnt boiled hot dogs (don't ask).

Don't you think that I would like to come home and relax after being at work all day? 

Don't you think I would like to relax after still being tired from the past few weeks?

Don't you think I would like to just have somebody to walk around and clean up after me?

But I can't - otherwise it doesn't get done.

But I can't - I will have to catch up on sleep on my own time.

But I can't - it's called being grown and responsible.

Is it NOLA time yet?

"My mother said it was simple to keep a man, you must be a maid in the living room, a cook in the kitchen and a whore in the bedroom.  I said I'd hire the other two and take care of the bedroom bit"

Jerry Hall