on an almost daily basis i get to hear that "he" cleaned, how much he cleans and that's all he ever does and how I mis-treat him or not even appreciate it.
BUT it's only a real cinderella syndrome IF you actually cleaned a toilet or two, or take the window cleaner and wipe down the window that your son globbed a big huge piece of chocolate on days ago... where I thought it was bird poop from the outside, and was going to get to, when the weather gets a little better and I get a chance to grab the hose OUTSIDE to spray it off.
The Fan left big huge dust balls all over the dinner table the other day, when I got home after working a longer shift than anticipated. My bones were hurting, my back was cramping up, and I picked up the ginormous evil dust bunnies off the table thinking it might have been just a "fluke", but a couple minutes later, more laid there. I grabbed the vacuum and made my way up the chair to clean most of it with the hose, then crawled back up there to wipe it all down with duster. And he couldn't understand why I was 'mad' or why it had to be done right then and there.
I serve my three year old Dinner on that table, and I doubt he would enjoy having any sort of nicotine soaked dust in his french fries, soup , or whatever it is I decide to make that night.
Seriously Cinderella? You don't do much around here. You vacuum the living room/bedrooms/kitchen floor because of your seeing eye dog , you DO NOT vacuum the sofas or any of the toys that collect those black pesky hairs as if they were magnetic. You empty the dishwasher once a day ... and then you sit on your couch all day, eating your bon bons complaining you need your two hours of "me time" talking to your girlfriend on Skype. ... Your blindness is a handicap, I understand, but it's not an excuse to be a whiny bitch.
Thank you
*grabs soap box and walks off*
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