So when I was trying to fit my bed with freshly washed sheets (yes, that required $3.00 in quarters and several trips up and down stairs and across the parking lot and back earlier this afternoon) and a little orange kitty immediately came to my "aid" per usual, let's just say I wasn't very amused.
"Come ON, Holly. I'm trying to make the bed here," I chided.
"Mmhmm," she responded in her sugary-sweet princess voice as she clamped her jaw into my bamboo fiber sheets.
"So it's enough of a pain as it is. I really don't need your 'help.'"
"Chores aren't a pain. They're really fun! See?"
"Fun to YOU, maybe."
"They can be fun to you, too. You can make anything fun. You just have to try!"
Since the one thing that causes me more agony than doing chores is the thought of someone coming over to witness my lack of domestic prowess, I do submit to the torture as often as necessary. And I'm certain Holly is right that a shift in perception will make this torture less, well....torturous. Her sheet-and-blanket escapade did eventually get me laughing.
But making it fun? That will be a bit of a challenge.
3 comments:
hahaha I completely know how you feel! Wifely duties aren't really my thing but its another one of those things in life that there's really no way around. EVERY time I make the bed (every morning and every night) my boy cat mason thinks its his on personal fun house...he's like a lil kid hidding under the sheets waiting for you to "find" him!
I don't know what it is about cats and bed-making. What are they seeing that we don't?
Ha! That's funny. She is so cute. I love the links on the side of your blog- they look great!
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