Mothering Many

So, today being Friday, I got up and started cleaning right in front of my apparently oblivious children. I invited (heh, you know what I really mean) them to join me one by one. We’d finished most of the kitchen, when I needed to hold the baby, and my midwife called. She asked me if it was ok to send someone over, and I hemmed and hawed about the state of the house, and finally said “go ahead, it’s fine”. By the time we were through talking, the baby was asleep, so I told the children it was time to clean up the living room.

Oh, the gnashing of teeth. The horribleness of it all. And the “why do we have to clean up just because someone’s coming?” Umm, kids?? First, what about all that cleaning that happened before the phone call? And, umm, kids?? Don’t we deserve a clean house, too? Yeah, that’s what I thought.

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