The female native is home from school today. She had a fever over the weekend and yesterday afternoon. Per school policy, she has to be fever free for 24-hours before returning to school. She has since perked up and began eating me out of house and home. To ensure that she has no desire to stay home from school again, I decided to start vacuuming the living room while she was watching “Doc McStuffins”. Her shouts of “MOMMY! I CAN’T HEAR IT!” only confirmed that I made the correct decision.
Her recent illness would explain her supreme lack of energy over the weekend. She had barely enough energy to hold her head up, let alone perform her monetarily-based reward system duties, which include dusting the downstairs, with or without the use of Pledge.
My not-so-cat-like reflexes are thankful for this reprieve from her weekly chores, as I’m still slipping across the back door entryway from what she had done the previous weekend. Yesterday, the postal service delivery man dropped a box off on our front door step. I had momentarily placed my cross-stitching project down to bring the box into our house. Upon picking up my cross-stitching and my return to sitting down in the chair, which is next to the back door entry way, I slipped across the floor landing with my knees butterflied open on the floor. My female native mustering enough energy to ask, “Are you ok Mommy? You should be more careful”.
Pledge Should Not Be Effective for This Amount of Time, Jennifer
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