In my last post, I mentioned how my drain pump in my washing machine took a vacation, and when you have eight kids and you're in that predicament, I have learned not to ask, what's next?
I wasn't listening to myself very well, because I now have a new, as in new this winter Frigidaire gas oven that is torn apart. My children were wrestling around and broke off a burner knob, also breaking something inside so that we couldn't turn the burner off, resulting in pulling the oven front and turning the propane valve off. All these children, and no oven with which to cook?
I also have 2, as in the only two toilets that we have that need new flushing parts, and my hot water heater needs the reset button pressed daily, as in every day.
There should be a hotel for moms. Just for moms that need to have one day of a clean living space, with no dog hair, or wood shavings from guinea pigs on the floor. No dust from the dirt road in front of your house all over the porch (enclosed front porch). No laundry room with floor to floor wash in it, heck no floors with wash on them at all, and all working appliances.
There would be your favorite meal waiting for you when ever you went to visit, and you don't even have to do the dishes.
The bathroom would have the greatest tub with the most revitalizing jets and loads of bubble bath.
The king sized bed would have the most comfy matress just for your liking and the sheets would be of the finest, softest cotton we ever felt on our skin.
Then, we could sleep for as long as we want, or until we missed our families and dirty houses and went back home ready to be moms and cleaning ladies again.
Okay, you got me, how could I ever even think of a fantasy like that with such darling children all around me??
That is all forever,