It’s all about who’s got the power
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Martha Stewart I am not, but for weeks I’ve been occupied with rearranging or throwing out everything in my house that isn’t bolted down. Pathological or no, it has been an empowering experience.
We’ve been exploring power a lot in our house lately. My 12-year-old was tickled to no end to discover a website that proves how lame her parents are. First it was the reading glasses, and now she knows I’m losing my hearing, too.
Mr. Almostgotit and I have been discussing and rearranging the household chores, too, in light of his increasing hours, my decreasing ones, and certain, less-measurable feelings about who has to wear the apron in the family vs. who gets to wear the pants.
Even the dog is getting in on the action, having suddenly decided that his beloved minion, Wubby, no longer deserved to have either a nose or eyes. Wubby intends to sue.
