The house is a disaster. The family is coming over. And I've got about 7 mega-piles of laundry to put away....
Do I panic?
No.
Do I cancel?
Never.
Do I cry?
Of course not.
I simply call....
Dirt Busters!
The hourly rate for my somewhat illegal workers? 25 cents/hour. Some people would say I'm taking jobs away from legal workers who need to support their families. Hogwash. Why even have kids if you can't put 'em to work? It is the American way (during the 1920's-1940's at least, then we got soft).
For anyone thinking I don't allot my kids a single moment's fun between music lessons and scrubbing toilets, I've got photographic evidence to the contrary:
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| Look at those smiling faces. |
But it's not like we bought anything.
Gotta go. Daniel is unloading the dishwasher and I need to supervise or my bowls will end up next to the pots and pans. Sheesh. They don't make 7-year-olds like they used to.
I cannot WAIT 'til my kids are old enough for manual labour. That's TOTALLY why I had them! :)
ReplyDeleteAmen, sister.
ReplyDeleteI'm a slave-driver too. Stomp's got friends who tell him all the time they don't have to do chores. Clearly their parents are missing out on an untapped labor source....or they're a bunch of pansy-asses. Either way, Stomp works for a livin in this house.
ReplyDeleteErica - "Works for a living." That's great! I might have to put that on a t-shirt for my boys. Think they'll wear 'em?
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