Household Help

Monday  in the late afternoon  Mystie

I used to lament the loss of the common practice of keeping household help. Then one day I headed out the door after having put dinner in the crockpot (after taking the meat from the freezer and defrosting it in the microwave), started the dishwasher, and put a load of dirty laundry in the washer and a wet load of clean laundry into the dryer. I realized that I did have the rough equivalent of at least one, if not several, maids. Add to that the fact that I don’t have to make any of my family’s clothes and rarely have to even mend their clothes — or iron them, but that’s because I’m not a good housekeeper. And I’d really rather put up with occasional mechanical difficulties on a machine that will immediately do what I tell it to when I tell it to instead of interacting with another personality.

This post inspired by Kirsti’s commonplace entry today.

One vociferation follows:

  1. 14 hours, 44 minutes after the fact, Kirsti responded:

    I still wouldn’t mind a nanny occasionally!

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