never, ever show up to any coughlin household before ten without the expectation that you will be put to work. because you will. because this is Cleaning Time. this is Freak Out Time. this is the Only Time In The Course Of A Day When I Can Get Anything Done.
there is yelling and running around and scrubbing and washing fuck sleeping in, there’s laundry to do! time is of the essence!
i swore i’d never be like my mother and yet, here i am on my hands and knees at nine am washing the hardwood floors and cursing out ants.
i am such a waste of domesticity, let me tell you.
June 24, 2010, 9:15am Comments
