This weekend I finally tackled the awful tasks of washing my outside windows. It involved a lot of swearing. And the kids were so shocked at what I was doing they wanted to play "cleaning". You know you don't clean enough when your kids think its a novelty.
Given a couple rags, a bucket of water, and a squeegee they had a pretty good time.
Then after in the house I just asked Gemma what she was doing when I noticed her scrubbing the windows with a wet wipe: "I'm cleaning the house for daddy."
Then after in the house I just asked Gemma what she was doing when I noticed her scrubbing the windows with a wet wipe: "I'm cleaning the house for daddy."
"But what about cleaning the house for me?" I said.
"Maybe I'll clean the house for you tomorrio mama, today I'm cleaning just for daddy."
I don't know how I should feel about that.
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