~~ Originally printed in Carrboro (NC) Free Press, April 2009 ~~
There is a lot of dirt in my life. And I’m OK with that. Really. I’m OK.
Let me clarify. If someone in a white starched apron arrived at my door to vacuum up glitter and grit and mop up maple syrup and dried melted ice cream spills and clean the bathrooms and do eight loads of laundry and take out the trash and organize school papers and mail, I would welcome him with sobs of joy, hand over the shopping list, ask for a solid dinner plan and tell him I’d be back so he could do my toes around noon.
I have fantasies of living in a clean house. Continue reading