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Master – #JusJoJan Jot #6

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I am not master of my domain.

No, I’m not talking about in the Seinfeld sense, so you can please just wipe that idea from your brain right away. I’m talking about my house. My home. The place that rather than hang my hat, I usually toss it on a piece of furniture because there’s some crisis or another taking shape the second I walk in the door.

Someone once said to me that a perfect house in which children live is a house with miserable children. I’m not sure that’s true–maybe there are parents who are just that organized. If so, and if you’re out there, tips are welcome.

Or maybe I just really need a hat rack.


This very short, very late post was brought to you by the prompt word “master,” given us today by Sadje! Click here to find her Just Jot it January post and say hi!

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Author: LindaGHill

There's a writer in here, clawing her way out.

29 thoughts on “Master – #JusJoJan Jot #6

  1. As much as I want to think that the cleanest homes have insane children. With 4 (3 boys) my house always looked like a tornado went through, or ‘signs of struggle’ the cops would say. I just didn’t have the energy or know how to do what my friends did to keep spotless houses. Maybe the ‘perfects’ are into their homes like I am into music or art? Like it is a fun craft keeping homes? I know I was tired and sweaty from cleaning where my sister-in-law with 6 kids (4 girls) seemed always gorgeous and her home spotless. And it wasn’t her mother. She understood my life better than her own daughter’s. Just always felt I missed the classes on housekeeping with children.

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  2. Think you just need a hat rack. Sounds like a rather old timey thing though.

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  3. Where there are kids we are never in charge πŸ€”

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  4. Care to know how many hat racks I’ve made? I need fewer hats.

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  5. Ah to be organized, the elusive unicorn I’m constantly trying to catch πŸ˜‚πŸ™ˆ

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  7. Short and sweet! 😊😊

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  8. Yes, children first, dishes later. LOL the Seinfeld episode. Loved that one.

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  10. I hate that phrase and others like it, because I don’t wanna live in a mess, my husband doesn’t wanna live in a mess and it doesn’t mean we’re awful parents or our kids are miserable. Clearly the children are more important than the dishes, but the dishes must also get done, DUH. Later, though, the children can DO the dishes which is actually what makes children miserable, hm?! Hah!

    LOVE the Seinfeld reference-not-reference πŸ™‚

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    • I think in the context the phrase was mentioned to me was for a scenario where leaving a fingerprint on the coffee table was a punishable offense. We’re talking perfect housekeeping.
      It’s fun making them miserable asking them to do the dishes, though. πŸ˜€

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      • I hope so, because I have been scorned for good housekeeping and it makes me CRAZY. (you can’t tell, you didn’t even notice my ire πŸ˜› )

        I always think about when the kids were wee, and they wanted so badly to help — clean the toilets, the litter boxes, the dishes, the broom — all amazing, exciting things, hahahahaha!

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  11. My sisters house was very quiet and she never could understand the chaos of mine. There were days I didn’t either but I did something right I guess because they are pretty neat adults. You will get there.

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