Neither The Mama nor The Dada are on any short lists for Housekeeper of the Year 2012. The Mama likes to leave her project supplies in stacks all over the house (with little actual work transpiring on said projects), and The Dada— Well, The Dada—
Shit. It really is all my fault. I think I feel a New Year’s resolution coming on…
Thank goodness kids don’t notice these things, right? No such luck. When The Kidling returned from a week-long stay at The Grandparents house in Nearby State just in time for her birthday party, she paused from her enjoyment of the festivities long enough to tell me—unprompted—“I noticed you cleaned the place up.”
Hell. We worked hard. At least she appreciated it.
Confidential to my readers (Seriously, who do I think I am? Abigail Van Buren?):
My sincerest apologies for the conspicuous absence of my wee stories. It turns out a full-time job + blogging every weekday + the holidays + a certain precocious five-year-old child’s birthday party + sewing a rainbow table runner for said five-year-old child’s birthday party as if said five-year-old child gives a rat’s ass about a handmade rainbow table runner + parenting said five-year-old child + a twelfth wedding anniversary + a new before-the-crack-of-dawn running routine + eating + sleeping + breathing = a bit much. But kidlingville is back.
Missed you more.