Sometimes I walk into the living room and yell, "I quit!" Everyone looks at me. They aren't sure what this means.
Then, as the evening wears on, every time they say, "Mom!" I say that mom doesn't work here anymore. When they call me by name and want me to do something, I quote them my rates for said request. Then they have to decide if they want it badly enough to pay me for it.
No. Not really. But sometimes I want to.
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LOL Well, I think it would be funny if you installed a punch card machine in the dining room or something!
:)
Yes really. I have heard you say that before, the I quit part, not the quoting your rates part. You are funny.
Ha! Me too! Only it's just the use of the word "Mom" that pushes me over the edge. There are just some days I can't handle that word one more time, so if they venture, I just scream "AAAAAAAAAAAA" and they laugh. They think it's a joke. Silly children, taking their lives in their hands.
a couple of months ago, I did quit. I told chad I'm done, went to bed (at 5:30) told him he wouldn't be going to work the next day and that was that. "silly children, taking their lives in their hands." I love it! I don't even have teenagers yet. AHHH!
Teehee. You're funny, Mo-... I mean, Robin.
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