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I'm not a good 1930's wife. I know, you are all shocked. Because my house is always tidy, my kids have newly ironed home-made clothes, and my hair is curled with precision as I cook every meal in my plain -yet tight waisted- dress and apron. You would think I should have scored better.




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On a side note (that is actually quite related...)

Today I am on a domestic strike. There will be no cleaning, cooking or personal hygeine rituals practiced today.

Ok, so really I've been doing loads of laundry all day - but I'm totally not folding it. And the kids' toys....staying on the floor (and couches, and stairs, and table and bathroom sink.)

And I did make peanut butter sandwiches for lunch, but that hardly counts as cooking.

And I may have violated the no personal hygiene thing when I put on deoderant this morning. But I didn't shower, I have no makeup on, and if it counts 2 of my 4 children are still in their pajamas. (Well, technically Screamer is only in half of his pajamas since his bottoms were ditched sometime around noon.)

And I'm doing -or I guess I should say NOT doing- all of this so that tomorrow when the disaster is still waiting for me, I can groan and remember that it's not a good idea to go on domestic strike unless you have a maid/cook/nanny. But for now I'm going to go read a book and pretend like my kids aren't screaming "Mommmmmmy!!!" every two seconds. Maybe they'll just get lost in the pile of toys and clean clothes...

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