Every mom has an unwritten list of stuff she doesn’t “do” and I am no exception.
So…I will hereby demonstrate just how much of a Slacker Mom I really am.
I don’t do window screens. I can’t figure out how to get them out of the windows, which I admit I don’t wash too frequently either.
I don’t clean things that are higher than my head. I’m 5’2″. A lot of things are higher than my head. I just chuck stuff up there and pretend it’s invisible.
I don’t do “outside.” Inside the house is generally my domain.
I don’t do insects. That’s what TheDad is for; if he’s not around, I can generally count on Adventure Boy!
I don’t dust if I can at all help it. Lucky for me, Middle Sister likes to dust. When I was growing up, my sister had very bad asthma, and it seems like Mom was ALWAYS making me dust. I figure I’ve done enough dusting for one lifetime.
I don’t vacuum behind furniture, except in the family room. If we ever move, I shudder to think of the size of the dust bunnies that must be living back there.
(I do iron, though. But not the kids’ uniforms, once I discovered what they do with them in between the time I iron the clothes and the kids put them on.)