Cinderella

I feel just like Cindrella.  I sweep and mop the floors every day.  I vacuum every day.  I cook.  I clean.  I do the laundry.  I get no appreciation.  After dinner today, my husband said, "Woman, do the dishes!"

I scowled and went to my post at the kitchen sink.

My six-year-old son brought his dirty plate to the counter.

"Woman," he said.  "Clean faster!"

Ugh!

Where is that fairy godmother?  And where is that nice ball at the castle?  I could sure use a break!