Never Marry a Prince

I had a rough mommy day yesterday. Nothing big, just that whole cycle of clean-find-a-new-mess-clean, over and over. I got so wacka-doo that I pulled drawers out, reorganized cupboards and plowed through the 3 day laundry back up. I began a thorough scrub down of the kitchen, but I ain't no Cinderella - she had a fairy godmother to do the work for her. I was on my own.

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And ol' Cindy finished before the ball. I didn't even get done before it was time to take the boys to scouts.

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I ranted at whatever child would listen that

"I am not the maid!"

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As we drove, Ellie and Tessa were playing an imaginary game in the back of the van. Ellie was Tinkerbell and Tess was Prince Eric, and they were getting married.

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This is what I heard on the way home:

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Ellie: "Well, we're not all the way married yet because we didn't get to dance."

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Tessa: "Yah."

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Ellie: "So when we get home we can finish dancing and then we will be all-the-way married."

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Tessa: "Kay. When we is all da' way mawwied, den you could come help me clean my house."

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Ellie: "Is it a mess?"

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Tessa: "Big mess!"

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In my mind there are two possible explanations for this conversation if I go by the assumption that the are learning these attitudes at home, neither of which is very savory.

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Either:

1. my house is always so messy that it worked it's way into their game,

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2. they have the impression that married life means you become the maid.

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After a day like yesterday, I'm thinkin' it's a little of both. Good thing my Prince doesn't expect a spotless house at the end of the day. He did not, after all, marry Cinderella.

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Besides, that chicky cheats.