tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17783080.post114923053716175386..comments2023-02-25T10:10:23.206-05:00Comments on Shadowbox of Her Mind's I: Cresent MoonMiss Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03612087457756975590noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17783080.post-1150945928366870482006-06-21T23:12:00.000-04:002006-06-21T23:12:00.000-04:00Woman. I miss you.That is all.Woman. I miss you.<BR/><BR/>That is all.Ellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16863723976424918481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17783080.post-1150222163322999872006-06-13T14:09:00.000-04:002006-06-13T14:09:00.000-04:00Passed up a bootie call, good training for the hus...Passed up a bootie call, good training for the husband, some who can cook and clean up, and some who can't, won't, or simply don't. Naturally, going for full disclosure, the same can be said for some wives, witness the roomies. Theredore, you deal with what you get and remember why you picked them. thankyouverymuch.Montyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08411214359730227681noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17783080.post-1149625037658558982006-06-06T16:17:00.000-04:002006-06-06T16:17:00.000-04:00Now don't think of this as being argumentative Mom...Now don't think of this as being argumentative Mom, but that's the difference between kids and adults. Kids don't - or at least they aren't expected to - know any better. They're kids! They hopefully, will eventually learn. Either that or they'll turn out to be lazy, selfish roommates.<BR/>I'm just saying that adults should know better. They shouldn't be allowed to get away with messes kids and dogs can.curmudgeonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04377195166039399647noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17783080.post-1149615728843759902006-06-06T13:42:00.000-04:002006-06-06T13:42:00.000-04:00Okay. 15 years ago, I would have raged right along...Okay. 15 years ago, I would have raged right along with you. But you know what I think now with a husband, four dogs and three kids?<BR/><BR/>I think your roomies are just toughening your skin for having a family.<BR/><BR/>Because nobody screws you over like your husband, pets and kids, let me tell ya.<BR/><BR/>I am a neatnik and I LOVE things clean. I don't think my house has EVER been clean since taking on Tom and/or Lucy. And it goes downhill with each one.<BR/><BR/>Like when Abby slid off the toilet after a particularly interesting poop and I went in a couple hours later and found the huge dried skidmark on the toilet seat. And how Tom never takes a little bit of TP and wipes the rim of the bowl under the seat. <BR/><BR/>Or how the kids spit toothpaste in a spray pattern that hardens like mortar in the sink and all over the chrome faucet.<BR/><BR/>And that's only the bathroom.<BR/><BR/>I have to sweep the floors twice a day, or the shedded hairballs will eat the children, and how would I explain that to the authorities?<BR/><BR/>Or, how the girls constantly drip circles of juice on my couch and chair (if any of you are going to make some snotty remark about just having the kids drink juice at the dining room table, stop it. You either don't have kids or you were a much more energetic enforcer of rules than I). But the juice is covered by dog hair, that I sweep off twice a day, anyhow, so no matter.<BR/><BR/>Laundry and dishes? If I don't do it, honey, it don't get done.<BR/><BR/>And here's the kicker. I do all of this stuff all of the time. BUT, if they do it ONCE it's a special occasion and gushing, repeated thank-you's are in order or else I've taken THEM for granted!<BR/><BR/>I feel that speaking up is in order against your roomies to help train them, but I gotta tell ya, cosmically, you're just beginning to clean up messes that ain't yours.Undercover Motherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16665520353750292526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17783080.post-1149278922712501972006-06-02T16:08:00.000-04:002006-06-02T16:08:00.000-04:00So she reached over you, got in the way, while you...So she reached over you, got in the way, while you were cleaning up NOT your mess, not to mention didn't happen to volunteer to help, and you didn't throw her bass-ackwards out the door?<BR/><BR/>You're being waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyy to "kick me".curmudgeonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04377195166039399647noreply@blogger.com