Robbo has a clever idea about how to get his garden in shape.
When I was a young girl, I whined volubly about the amount of chores I had to do. They usually revolved around "inside chores," because that's what the girls did in our household. The boys got the manly, outside chores. This, of course, ultimately meant that I---and my three sisters---was forced to clean their bathroom. I didn't think this was very fair and, of course, I whined about it. This cut very little ice with my mother. Her reply to my complaints was always, "Why do you think I had eight kids? Slave labor!"
If she'd been of a different generation, she would have followed it up with a "Duh."
I suspect the Cake Eater Mother would support Robbo's plan.
Posted by Kathy at February 8, 2008 11:50 AM | TrackBackGot to do manly outside chores? My brother and I were forced to slave away in the yard every weekend. (South Texas. Hot sun. Sticker burrs. Ants. Scorpions. Snakes!) And while our sister had nominal inside duties, she somehow always weasled out of them on one pretext or another. So as we hauled wood or brush or wheelbarrows full of rocks, we often could hear her up in her room listening to Adam Ant records.
Still. Seething.
Posted by: Robbo the LB at February 8, 2008 02:48 PMI do not think my mother ever cut the grass or raked a leaf while I was growing up. Some of the other wives in the old 'hood were seen doing yardwork but my mom would have none of it. "Why should I?," she would ask rhetorically, "I have six sons."
Posted by: LMC at February 9, 2008 07:30 AM