Tuesday, June 20, 2006

A mother's work is never done

(With apologies to Laura Joffe Numeroff.)

If you’re having guests for dinner, you're going to have to wash the tablecloth.

Before you can remove the cloth, you'll have to clear the stacks of magazines from the table.

When you move the magazines to the family room, you’ll find a puppet that belongs in the basement playroom.

When you ferry the puppet downstairs, you might discover dog poop all over the floor.

After you pick up the poop and vacuum the rug, you’ll need to empty the garbage.

When you pull the bag out of the garbage can and set it on the floor to tie it closed, you’ll see that the bag has leaked into the can and onto the floor, where you stepped in the puddle.

After you take the offending bag outside, you’ll need to scrub the can, the floor, your shoes and your hands.

When you go to the sink to wash your hands, you’ll realize it’s full of dirty dishes.

When you open the dishwasher to load them in, you’ll find out that it’s full of clean dishes.

When you’ve emptied and filled the dishwasher, you’ll be hungry for a snack.

When you sit down at the dining room table with your snack, you’ll realize you never did wash that tablecloth.


J's Mommy said...

Awesome post! I love those books and what a funny take on them.

Jamie said...

So true! Every day seems like "Groundhog Day" around our house, but with more dog hair.

mothergoosemouse said...

That is so much better than the whole "if you give a mom a muffin" routine that went around via e-mail a couple years ago.

Did Folly poop on the floor?

Mayberry said...

MGM, she did! When it's stormy outside she refuses to go out--I think that's what happened. Gross.

bubandpie said...

The worst is when I head downstairs to get the laundry out of the dryer FOUR TIMES before I actually remember to do it: first trip, I find some dishes on hubby's desk and take them upstairs; second trip, I get distracted by the cat barf on the floor; third trip, I check some blogs (okay that part isn't so bad) and then FINALLY I actually remember to get the laundry out of the dryer.

Great post.

Nancy said...

That is HILARIOUS! And totally describes a typical day here. Especially because I usually forget what I was doing when I'm in the middle of something.