I spent a whole lot of time writing a fairly witty 'first blog' which is stuck in the draft stage. I can't figure out how to post it or edit it or anything. I feel dumb. So here I am again - I am just going to write something and then post it to see how it all works.
It is a beautiful day today. Sunny but only 43 degrees and blowing a gale. I was hoping to get outside and so some yard work, but with the wind it is just too cold. Sounds like a good excuse to stay inside a do a little knitting and listen to a book.
The problem is, as soon as I typed that, my mind zoomed back to something Piper said to me this morning. After asking where everyone was - Tubie, Dad, Molly - and realizing that I was the only one with seemingly no where to go, she informed me that I had the 'shortest' job. Dad works all the time, Tubie, Molly and Piper all go to school but mom gets to stay home. It's just not fair. She wished she could stay home and wouldn't even mind doing some of the laundry. When I explained to her all the things that I do, like bills, cleaning, dishes, cooking, bill paying, grocery shopping, etc. etc. she said "So you're like one of the people at the restaurant that brings us our food"
Um....well....
"You know," she said, "some people have someone like that living in their house, someone to do everything for them"
I said it's kind of like that but I don't get paid - sarcastically. Sometimes I forget that 6 year-olds just don't get sarcasm at all. She told me that she pays me all the time - with hugs and kisses, but mostly kisses. That made me smile and think that most days I don't have the "shortest job" but I do have the best one.
Off to do some knitting now - something with a pattern to take advantage of this amazingly quiet house (for the moment)
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