. . . . you break down and clean the bathroom prompting your son (the guileless one) to ask “Is someone coming over?”
. . . you don’t worry about cleaning the tub since your kid is just going to get it dirty when he bathes
. . . you rate cooking right up there with having a root canal or a weekend at Aunt Mabel’s and her 39 cats.
. . . you find solace in piles of unfolded laundry (yum, soft and sweet smelling!)
. . . you find furry things in your fridge on a regular basis
. . . your evergreen topiary looks like the top of Mt. Everest
. . . you smell a strange odor but don’t know where it’s coming from
. . . you smell a strange odor and don’t care where it’s coming from
. . . it’s been so long since you went shopping you are forced to switch the AA batteries from the TV remote to the VCR remote and vice versa every time you want to pause your DVD or turn up the volume (a common procedure amongst us oldsters)
. . . you would rather spend time rearranging the décor on your mantle than clean the house for the party looming in the near future
. . . you have to ask your husband to take a day off of work to help you clean a mere 1,000 square feet of space for the Halloween party tomorrow night
(Perhaps I would have come off smelling a bit rosier if I had referred to myself as a “domestic engineer". Then again, perhaps not.)
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