A year ago I babysat for a friend while her husband was in the hospital. She’d been so busy with work, three kids, and sick husband that her house needed some help. We made a game of it with the kids and had a contest to see who could pick up the most clothes and toys. The winner got to hang out with my teenagers! Of course, all the kids won because my daughters entertained while I made dinner.
My hope is that the kids continued to pick up after themselves so they wouldn’t turn into the pretentious jerk-head that Grandfille writes about on At your service, milady.
I: “There is a piece of paper that’s laid in the floor in my office for THREE WEEKS. And they will not do anything about it. I cannot believe it!”
G:(thinking) “?!?!?!??”
(saying) “Are you saying they’re not vacuuming properly?”
I: “NO! That piece of paper has been lying there in front of my desk for three weeks and they won’t touch it! I have complained about it, too. That’s completely unacceptable.”
It reminds me of a lady I used to work with who called the custodian “the maid.” Wow people… really?
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