Slave Labor from My Pregnant Perch

Posted on August 26, 2009 by The Daring One

I’m not much for cleaning these days. I’m much for eating and sleeping and going to water aerobics with elderly women. Because I don’t feel like cleaning, I rarely make the kids do it either. When they clean, it basically means I have to clean and coax and supervise them while they whine about the difficulties inherent in being born a Thompson.

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3 Responses to Slave Labor from My Pregnant Perch

  1. Pops says:
    August 27, 2009 at 7:42 pm

    Here’s another approach. Tell them that today they aren’t Thompsons – they’re members of the MacTavish clan, those fierce Scottish Highlanders who had to flee and “change” their names after the English and the Lowlanders combined to defeat them. (It turns out the Thompson and MacTavish are the same name in different languages…)

  2. Chief says:
    August 30, 2009 at 5:25 pm

    I totally get this…I am so exhausted after a day of housework and coaxing the kids to do their chores, I wonder if I am better off mentally to live in squaller!

    I found you from MMB…think I will have a look around!

  3. Terrah says:
    August 31, 2009 at 4:30 pm

    LOL! I can relate to this.

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