I get it now.

I do. I get it. I get why my mom went on strike. I get why moms all over the COUNTRY went on strike when we were kids. TOTALLY get it.

It's not that I don't want to do the job I signed up for - I'm ok with that. Sometimes, though, a little help would be nice and so would a little thanks. Goes a long way, as the saying goes.

Like those towels you dry off with after your shower? The CLEAN ones? *I* washed them.

Like to eat? *I* made that food.

Like having clean dishes to eat off of and with? *I* washed them.

Like having clean clothes? *I* washed them.

Like not having to sit in other people's urine when you pee? *I* cleaned that toilet.

Like not sticking to the floor when you walk? *I* mopped that.

Like getting to the class you really wanted to take? *I* scheduled it and drove you there.

Like having a lunch you enjoy every day? *I* made it. *I* bought the foods you like because *I* listened to you.

So when I say "Hey, can I get some help here?" Please don't give me a dirty look, roll your eyes or throw a fit. If you happen to notice that the dishes need done and I'm really busy or tired - hey, knock yourself out and do them! You have NO IDEA how thankful that will make me.

Please don't assume that *I* will take care of it.

If you spill something, clean it up.

If you drop something, pick it up.

If you get something out, put it away.

If you want something done, then do it.

I'm not the maid.

These things that need doing? They don't do themselves. There's no cleaning fairy that visits us and makes these things magically happen.

And if we DID have a maid? I'd be horrified at the treatment of her.