Then you need to realize that I am hoping she will bring lots of eggnog to Thanksgiving next week, and I will provide Captain Morgan spiced silver rum. And then we will pretend we are pirate wenches as we make some Christmas crafts Mom has planned for us. Dawn will be the good one, and she will no doubt be cleaning the kitchen as we are living it up and letting her assume her God given role as older/responsible sister. And while that role may sound sarcastic, you can't beat birth order, and she is undoubtedly chosen to be the oldest. Therefore, she is the most responsible. Poor her.
You know, I used to feel bad when my siblings talked about how spoiled I am as the youngest sibling. Then I decided that I have no control over birth order. And if I was spoiled, then it wasn't my fault. So now my response to the fact that Dawn was never allowed to have Barbies because Dad thought they were trashy is "Sorry about your luck. I even owned the Barbie town house, complete with elevator. So there."
|Doesn't she appear to be beleaguered and overworked?|
|Yes, this woman is obviously never noticed or considered.|
And speaking of siblings, a few weeks ago the girls and I were having a random conversation about something. I know it related to Brent never being at the table when the rest of us were ready to eat. And somehow that evolved into disappearing acts for kitchen clean up.
"I don't know which of you it will be, but one of you will be shirker of kitchen clean up at family dinners. The shirker will either suddenly develop the urge to use the bathroom, or breast feed a baby, or possibly even sit in the living room to 'visit with grandmother.' Do not think for a minute that those in the kitchen are unaware of your shirker ways. They WILL be aware, and they WILL be talking about you."
And I was honest enough to admit I myself have been the shirker of kitchen duty. And I was also honest enough to admit that it has probably never been Dawn. Because, again she is the oldest. And therefore the most responsible. Her burden is immense.
Anyhoo, that random conversation has lead to the fact that if one sibling leaves the kitchen to visit the facilities, the other sibling stops all kitchen duty until the absentee sibling shows up. I acknowledge this was an unintended consequence. But it is an amusing one.
Speaking of lazy, I AM LOVING WORKING TWO DAYS PER WEEK!!! I have moments where I feel guilty because I actually have free time. But then I get over it. It is so awesome to not have to clean my entire house on Wednesday, along with grocery shopping and car washing and seven loads of laundry. Now I do a chore every day, along with a load every day. Well, I was doing a load about every day anyway, but Wednesday was also bedding day. Now, I wash one person's bedding per day and my back is not in misery at the end of sheet day!
I have time to work out! I have time to coupon! I have time to actually stroll through the store and see things that I never saw before because each trip to the store was simply a marathon sprint of tunnel vision where I only got what was needed and did not allow myself to browse as there was no time! And now I'm realizing that browsing the store can lead to unexpected purchases....
Leading up to Christmas this is expected. But I will have to be sure I don't let it become the pattern or Brent will make me start working more.
Speaking of sheet day, have you read The Help by Kathryn Stockett? I thought it was so funny how Minny hated "damn sheet day." And I always said a little "amen" in my head every time she bemoaned washing sheets. And my task is not near as onerous or hands on as hers was!
Okay, this post has gone entirely too long. Have a happy weekend!
P.S. In FOREsight, this post could possibly come back to haunt me. As in next weekend at Thanksgiving when we will have a family dinner, complete with big kitchen clean up. *sigh* Perhaps foresight isn't a good thing when one ignores it?