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Housewife Is Not A Nice Name

A typical Tuesday morning at my house. NOT. My husband called me a housewife the other night. Boy, did it hurt. Those words felt like the equivalent of him punching me in the stomach. It was as if he had told me that my last blog post sucked or worse, that my vagina was too...

Black (Snake) Friday

My Friday didn’t start off too well. I didn’t sleep well the night before. I woke up to a messy house. And my toe, that I dropped a Lucite pepper grinder on a few days prior, was throbbing. And then a few other things happened that led to the following tweets. Because tweeting about things,...

Cleaning House

I’m cleaning house. Literally. Yesterday was my longtime cleaning lady’s last day. A few people think I’m crazy for letting her go. She didn’t charge too much, only came every other week and kept me from having to clean the toilets. (You don’t want to know about my husband’s digestive system.) And there are a...

A Tribute To My 1 Cup Pyrex Measuring Cup

Oh 1 cup Pyrex measuring cup, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways… First thing in the morning, I use you to heat up not just one but two cups of 2% milk for the kids’ hot chocolate. The kids get up at different times so your 1 cup size is perfect....

Circus In My Laundry Room

One of my jobs as a pseudo-housewife is doing the laundry. For years, I fought the fact that this was my responsibility. I pretended that I did it because I wanted to do it, not because I had to do it. But I guess when you work part-time and your husband works 50 hours a...

We Have A Garbage Can

In one corner of our kitchen, we have a receptacle for trash. It’s not the most attractive garbage can. It’s not stainless steel or poly-vinyl coated and colored a cobalt blue. It’s white and it’s plastic. And it holds our kitchen garbage quite nicely. I think it is made by Rubbermaid or Sterilite or one...