Notes from the Field

So after getting up at 4:30, working all day, cooking a pretty pitiful dinner, it was time to clean the house. After cleaning the bathroom, Luke runs in, covered in sand and undoes the cleaning that had just miraculously occured. I did not handle it well.

After yelling a bit, I went into the playroom and tried to explain:

Son, it's not you that I am mad it, it's my role in the family. Even though I am as smart as all of you, I spend the most time cleaning and cooking and picking up after everyone. Some days it just doesn't feel fair...can you understand that?

Mom, you sound a lot like Susan B Anthony (pause)...except she didn't play basketball.

I think if we want to continue the revolution, we better keep our sons involved:)