Seriously.
Today, I arrived home from a shopping trip to hear that the dog had pooped on the porch (which she only does when she’s sick). E had cleaned it up…but any guesses on how thorough the 14 year old boy was in that task? Yeah, so Mom had to go in and re-clean the dog poop. Awesome.
Then I returned from buying food for E’s adoption party this weekend, went to the bathroom…and someone had not completely unclogged it. So I had to use the plunger. The floor under the plunger was brown from people not cleaning it after use. Ewwwwww! So I cleaned that up, too.
Yuck.
We moms have such a luxurious life, don’t we?
birch & raven 