So, I’ve been sick.
Sinus infection and something weird rumbling in my lungs, so I’m on a strong antibiotic and steroids and need to lay low.
So, on Saturday, I spent the majority of my day just chilling and catching up on shows that I had saved on the DVR and watching some things on Netflix.
One by one, the monkeys began to join me, and, eventually, I had everyone on the couch with me, under a blanket, watching episode after episode of “Clean House” on Netflix.
It’s a version of the show “Clean Sweep” that used to be on TLC.
The show comes to the house, which is always completely trashed, and they go through, help the homeowners purge and get over their issues, and then they have a yard sale, the proceeds of which are used by the designers and professional organizers to redesign the space. There is a big reveal and it’s over.
I love those shows.
So, we’re watching, and Baby Monkey keeps saying things like “I can’t believe how must junk they have. Don’t they know how to clean up? They must not appreciate how hard their Mom works to keep the house clean.”
It cracked me up for a variety of reasons.
First of all, the whole “They must not appreciate how hard their Mom works to keep the house clean.” Adorable.
Secondly, Baby has the least chores out of all the monkeys, and sometimes, getting him to do those chores is like pulling teeth.
“Baby, can you please put away the remotes, which is your job?” is often met with “I DON’T KNOW WHY I HAVE TO DO ALL THE WORK AROUND THIS HOUSE!”
So, his remarks made me laugh out loud on several occasions.
I’m feeling a little better now, and life goes on, but I gotta tell ya, if being sick gets me all the monkeys on the couch with me and Baby making me laugh with his innocent comments, I’m never washing my hands again.
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