>> Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Lee does not like to clean. Most of us don't, but with his allergies, it literally makes him sick. Unfortunately, as he's the stay-at-home dad, most of the work falls on him.
Fortunately, none of us are particularly neatnics, but, everyone once in a while, Lee decides to clean--CLEAN--which, like everything else he decides to do, he does to 1000%. I mean, he is using the power steamer we used to remove wallpaper to clean the bathroom, literally steam cleaning it.
There's only one little problem...
And ain't she a cute little problem.
Madame Roxy, just turned two, has decided that sharing her daddy with household chores just isn't working for her. And she's not shy about it.
For instance, Lee took our industrial-level vacuum (Dyson) to our single remaining patch of carpet (master closet). It was overdue for a thorough vacuum but Roxy wasn't having any of it. Rather than run and hide from the vacuum (as my other children have done), she attacked the vacuum, crying and screaming, rescuing her daddy from the awful contraption.
When I came home last night, I literally caught her grab hold of both her daddy's hands when he was cleaning and drag him from the bathroom, then carefully close the door behind her.
Either that or he has her amazingly well-trained...