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