Cailey was placed in charge of vacuuming duties this weekend. A fate worse than death, in her estimation. Not as bad as bathroom duty, BECAUSE GROSS…SHARING A BATHROOM WITH A BROTHER. But still.
She discovered a way to make the chore more exciting.
Fairy wings and a tutu. Her father snapped this picture unbeknownst to her. What isn’t on display is that she is also teetering on my 4 inch Croc platforms. Which raises this 11 year old’s height to about 5 foot 10 inches. A formidable foe for dust bunnies and the like.
She admitted to me later that her back hurt from having to bend over to hit the floorboards with the hose option. I gave her an understanding nod, “Yes, my back often hurts when I attempt housework in my stilettos.”
And for the record, Fiddledaddy was able to modify the photo to look hip via Instagram, because he recently joined that fray. I stick my fingers in my ears because I need no more time sucks in my life. So NO INSTAGRAM. NO CANDY CRUSH. JUST SAY NO.
Besides. The Fall television season is about to heat up. I’m giddy with anticipation. What are you most looking forward to watching? (For me, it is Parenthood.)