Define “Take Care Of My Sons”

Jan 13, 2010 by winjaw

Women view “cleanliness” differently than men.  They also see “take care of my sons” in a slightly different light than guys, and yours truly.

Case in point. The Little Black Dress returned from a four-day jaunt in the big city.  And we – as in the Sons of  Thunder and myself – worked quite hard keeping the homestead clean. I would use the word “feverishly.”

We vacuumed – twice I’d like the record to note.  And we brought up more firewood.  And we fed the hell cats and the rat dog. And I gave them food; the Sons that is. And the kitchen counters were clean and void of anything out of place. I even had the Sons make beds.

We were quite proud of our handiwork. Apparently the LBD was not, as she started sweeping and mopping within 30 minutes of getting home.

And then she saw the Sons’ toilet. 

It seems their aim was not always the best and the LBD looked at all of us and basically handed over way too many cleaning supplies and said something to the effect that she would not even go into said bathroom until it was clean. And no, she was not going to help.

So she left the Sons with these industrial radiation removal cleansers and got back to sweeping.  Okay, so there was a pretty big pile she accumulated, and the pile sorta moved every now and then like there was something growing in it.

And I look at her and point out we did vacuum – twice as I mentioned earlier. And she gives me that “uh huh” look.

Then she inspects the Sons. That did not go over well.

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“Did they ever take a bath?”

“Are you seriously telling me you let them wear THAT to school?”

And so on and so forth.

And finally I just look at her with a big sigh. We’ve been cooped up for four days in the house with no chance of getting outside.

“Look, they’re alive, no broken bones and the house is still standing.”

And she paused, and came over and kissed me. And then she said “thank you.”

So that was good. Until she handed me a mop.

Which just goes to show you life is about priorities and focusing on what really matters.