I love Andrea Frazer’s posts at BabyCenter. (I’ll write about others whose blogs keep me sane, too!)
One post which I read today is Oh my God! Are your kids’ arms broken? Oh boy. That amused me maybe more than it should. You see, I have only one darling daughter, Mimi, who is two. However, I have two kids, it seems. DD and DH.
What on earth is normal about a woman running after a kid *and* a husband, picking up after them? Is it normal? (If you say yes, I’m going to get all medieval on your ass!) I nag DH to put his stuff in the dishwasher, to put his clean clothes away (after I ran the washing machine and put the clothes on the line), to set the table for dinner. He has learnt to be careful how he phrases requests, particularly after I’ve had a hard day at work. Otherwise he’s likely to hear “Oh dear. Are your little legs broken? And your arms, too? Let me get some splints and bandages first.” Sarcastic cow, that would be me.
His mother has apologised to me for not making him do chores round the house when he was a kid. While I was rushing round looking after my baby brothers, cooking, cleaning, and so on, he was putting his feet up and watching television in his house several states away. I think he might be a bit nervous about my mother. 🙂