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Sunday, November 29, 2009

Do Nothing

At breakfast this morning, Mr Dear Husband asked what my plans were for the day. 

“Oh I have a whole day of washing ahead of me…” I whined and made that pained expression that all Keepers of the Haus make when facing a mountain of dirty linen. This attracted the attention of Miss Eight. 

“What is so hard about that?  All you have to do is put the clothes in the machine and turn it on!”

Hmmmm, now it is one thing to be a stay at home blogger mother, but a whole other ball game when the recipients of your labours take you for granted.

“Ok, so how about this.  For the next month, I will do nothing, and then we can see how hard it is.  For the next month I will do no washing, hanging up washing, taking down washing, sorting washing, ironing or putting away of clean clothes.  I will leave beds unmade, dirty clothes will no longer mysteriously be collected from off the bathroom floor.  No shopping, no cooking, no cleaning toilets.  For a month, the toilet roll will not be magically replaced.  Vacuuming, dusting, dishes will sit untended.  Windows will collect fingerprints from small children until we can no longer see through.”

“No problem.” she said.  “I will just go to McDonalds for lunch.”  There is a good chance she could pull it off too.  Underneath that sweet, blonde little head of hers, lies the cunning and intelligence to create havoc in small African countries. She has a rather cynical view of life for someone so young.  It wasn’t until my next comment that I managed to get her proper attention.

“Oh, and I will not be the morning alarm clock that gently wakes the child in time for school…”

“What!!!  Nooooo, you have to wake me up, I can’t be late for school!! Sorry mum, please, please don’t stop for a month.”

Nice to know where her priorities lie. 

On top of all the things I am NOT going to do today, I have plans to NOT do a little shopping.  I have decided NOT to make my own mince pies.  Germany has the greatest collection of Christmas biscuits know to mankind, but I have a hankering for Mince Pies.  The fruit mince has about 30 ingredients, and needs to sit for a few days to ripen. Now all I need to do is NOT find that bottle of brandy.

Fruit Mince Pies

7 comments:

Mumma Lisa said...

Amen!! to Mince pies - not housework!

Lydia said...

Such is the life of a hausfrau. Do you have a 'chicken man' that comes around? there was one in my parents neighborhood every tuesday and thursday night and she would send my sister out to buy roast chicken from him. That made dinners a lot easier for my Mom. ;)

Beth said...

My mini-strikes or threats of a mini-strike never lasted very long - just long enough to put some fear in them or until someone noticed.
Enjoy NOT making those mince pies!

oreneta said...

Mince recipe please!!!!1

sherry ♥ lee said...

I am all about mince pies, mincemeat tarts -- and buying them pre-made. My mother used to do mincemeat squares that were out of this world and even though I have her recipe I've never attempted them. Maybe this year? Then again...

verena said...

I've threatened my family with leaving daddy in charge of food for a week before now...they know they'd starve! And I've got my fruit soaking in brandy ready to be made into English Christmas cake next weekend!

Lynda said...

Mumma Lisa: Amen right back atcha, sister!

Lydia: There is a market here every Tuesday and Sat. I can pick up a chook then if need be. Otherwise the Mother Outlaw loves it when ask if we can eat at her house....hehehe

Beth: Not sure my threats even scratched the surface...might need to start taking lessons.

Oreneta: Will do...promise.. just as soon as I finish off this glass of Brandy...one for the mixing bowl...one for Lulu...one for the mixing bowl...one for...lu Hic lu..

Sherry Lee: Nice to meet you! Lovely blog..very pretty. I have done the mince pies once before and they weren't too hard.

Verena: Welcome! I am going to give the Xmas cake a miss. Not a big fan myself... My Nanna always made them and they were dark and drenched in booze.. filled with molar cracking sixpence. Hey, I see you are not too far away from me..a fellow expat/immigrant.

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