…got it going on.
I see a lot of my friends on Facebook posting things like, ‘just had the most romantic evening laying about naked in front of the fireplace, drinking wine, having sexual relations with the hubby. So nice having the house to ourselves now’!
We tried that once, but after the kids complained for the umpteenth time that they were tired of stepping over us on the way to the kitchen, we had to put a kabosh on that one.
Another friend posted this one. ‘I can’t believe how much I can get done in a day now that the kids are out on their own’!
Bite me! If I had the house to myself I could probably write a book a day! But no, I spend most of my time chasing after them to get things done, do homework, clean your room, blah, blah, blah!
I’ve tried everything to reach this point but I guess I’ve still got a few more years to go.
Last week I got so tired of the kids just hanging out at home doing nothing, where I work, clean, cook, pick up shit and answer constantly to my African spiritual name ‘MumCumHere’, I started making calls to see how I could get them out of the house sooner than later.
Good Morning, Rapid Pest Control
Me: Hello. I need to get rid of some pests.
Pest Control Operator: Okay, we’ll be there in an hour. Is anyone still in the house?
Me: No…..just the children!
Pest Control Operator: Well Ma’am, they’ll have to get out of the house.
Me: Why? There’d be no reason for you to come out then!
So that didn’t work, but I’m a woman of stamina. So long as I’ve got my tramp stamp in place (as in my estrogen patch) I can go at this for a long spell of time in order to reach my goal. I got out the yellow pages and started flipping through it until another number caught my eye.
Good Morning, LA Adoption Services. How can I direct your call?
Me: Are you looking for kids up for adoption?
Operator: Um…yes ma’am, that’s what we do.
Me: I have two that are available. I’m done with them now so they need a new place to stay so you can have them for free.
Operator: Ma’am, are you alright?
Me: I will be once you take the children.
Me: Look, I’ve already had a consult with an interior decorator. I need the oldest one’s bedroom. I’m converting it into an office for myself. Would you at least consider taking one at a time?
Operator: Ma’am…exactly how old are your children?
Me: 25 and 18.
There were a few more calls made but seems like there are no takers out there.
Guess the only way they’re going to get out is going to happen the old fashioned way–over time!