B’s writing assignment requires a friend’s help: he has written a description of our apartment’s floor layout, his friend has to draw a map from the description. That means that the friend and essay must meet: the fun way for that to happen is for the friend to come over; therefore we must clean house.
DH has lately been fanatical about cleaning the kitchen: which implies two things; I am blessed WAY beyond my deserts, and I don’t have to clean the kitchen today. But we do need to tidy up the loose flotsam and vacuum.
Which gets me to characters. Who did I want to be when I grew up? Something Dad thought was cool, Mom thought noble and who wore long hair. Scientist (OK, the hair had to go up for that) author, astronaut – someone like Princess Lea. I never checked with anyone how many intergalactic princess jobs there were, but Lea was at the back of my list. Who am I most like? Someone ranting about incompetent minions.
I am a domestic Cruella Devil – minus the fur and skunk stripe. Sometimes I get to be the fretful mother in the background nearly spoiling the fun from Beckfoot.
Oh well, the house is picked up, and I can always behave better next time?