Saturday, May 26, 2007

Memorial Day as Labor Day

I am not a popular person in my house today. It's a good thing I don't put much stock in popularity compared to a clean house. I appreciate that it's a holiday weekend; the way I see it, the long weekend means we have time to clean AND time to play. Works out well, doesn't it?

Needless to say, the younger members of my household don't appreciate my view of things. I understand; I remember lots of weekends spent with brooms, mops and resentment towards the evil grown ups enslaving me. I sit here today as proof that a young person can go on to have a happy life even if their parents made them clean when they'd rather be doing something else.

The Cowboy is another story. He used his superior hint-ignoring capability to escape in search of gentle water and hungry trout. My mother taught me never to wish harm on others, but if you must, you might think to yourself that it wouldn't be so bad if they were inconvenienced as a kind of karmic return. It'd be too bad if Cowboy got sunburned or if there were mosquitoes out this morning.

Maybe he'll feel really bad when he comes home and everyone else has worked hard to clean. Maybe he'll be driven by his guilt to do the yardwork he's been putting off. Maybe he has a secret stash of money and he'll be compelled to sweep us all off for a luxury end to a weekend of hard work.

And maybe my next car really will be a broom!

3 comments:

Mad Madam Manda said...

I would just like to add that we did finish pretty much ALL the laundry *cough* and cowboy still didn't catch anything.

Chris said...

Don't you have a picture on your Spaces' blog that states "A clean house is the sign of a wasted life"? :)

MamaChristy said...

I think I have a blinky that says something like that, Chris. I'll have to dig it up. When it's children doing the cleaning though, that's not wasting time, that's building character. Yep. Mmmhm.