Ok,
Now I'm wondering about Mango's hug. Was it a friendly sympathetic hug, or was there more to it? Dare I cop a feel while she's hugging me? Does she want me to? Does she EXPECT me to?
OK guys, the long and short of it is I'm a wimp. As long as we have the extra three kids I'll keep bitchin about her not help, about her dropping her soiled clothes all over the house on her way to the shower, or the water that she trails behind her out of the shower. I'll keep complaining about the drawers left open, the dirty clothes thrown on top of clean, the bed left unmade, the sheets unchanged until I do it, the basket of clothes that need put away for a week
PET PEEVE: I hate doing laundry, and still I'm washing 90% of the laundry (the oldest three kids do their own thank God). I even fold it, I just ask HER to put away our clothes. I took a basket of laundry upstairs and asked her to put them away. Two days later I put mine away. Five days after that I had to rewash the basket of clothes becuase she had proceeded to put dirty clothes on top of clean clothes til they all smelled dirty. Yeah, I could just put away MY clothes, but I can't live in a dirty house, my mom kept a clean house with eight kids, I'm a military guy, PLUS a bit Obsessive Compulsive (not bad though).
Funny, when I'm getting a hummer I forget most of my complaints though.
YERUSALYIM
"Vanity! It's my favorite sin!"
[Al Pacino as Satan, in "DEVIL'S ADVOCATE"]