Slave Labor from My Pregnant Perch

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:

    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:

    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:

    LOL! I can relate to this.

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