Uh…. no, not really.
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Tags: Family, house, husband, kids
When I clean my house it means that I clean my house. When my husband cleans the house it means he tells children what to do while he helps them clean. Most of the time when he cleans it’ll be cluttered not dirty and it bothers him, so he’ll just start giving orders. It actually drives us all nuts, mostly the kids but when he’s telling me what to do I get real mad.
So tonight a soda got spilled on the floor and there were some clothes folded on the table… he says, “that’s it, we’re doing a clean.” He starts snapping his fingers at kids and they look at him and he begins his little ritual. The kids look at me and roll their eyes and I smile and walk away.
I’m sitting there plurking away and my son is in my room vacuuming… he looked really cute doing it too. I asked him if he liked vacuuming it and he kind of laughed (like I do) and said…. “uh… no not really.” You would have had to heard it for it to have been as funny as it was, but it made me laugh so hard. Sometimes I forget he is as old as he is because sometimes he still acts like a little boy… he’s growing up and I never gave him permission.
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Jul 12 2008