it's supposed to be vacation...

...but today is a certified *bad day*. Being a mom is never easy, but this is one of those I-feel-trampled-upon days for me in my role of mother.

I asked my daughter (9 years old) the quick, easy favor of folding and stacking the tiniest load of laundry mankind has ever seen....some clothes of hers, some underwear and socks of mine, and a small towel. Since I walked away to do something else, I failed to notice until much later that she'd neatly folded and stacked her things, took my things, rolled them up into a ball, wrapped the ball with the towel, and stuffed the whole wad into the crevice between sofa armrest and cushion.

Then she went off swimming at the neighbour's. I feel like sending her home from vacation early. Better yet, send her to Algeria, my husband's home country...then she'll see what doing laundry is like in a third world country.

Hey, it's my blog, and I'll vent if I want to.

Carry on.