"Is there life after laundry?" This age-old question is
posed by every mother, every domestic engineer of the
traditional and non-traditional homestead.
Personally, I think not. There is only life between
loads. Everything else is scheduled around the laundry
Commandments From The Kitchen Chair is a candid
look at our family's life events between running for the
rinse cycle and searching for lost socks in the dryer.
Early in Motherhood I discovered to my chagrin, that
children do not come into the world clutching owners'
manuals and husbands fail to greet you at the altar with a
self-course in mind reading. These are learned skills for
which no night school classes are yet to be offered.
Every mother in the world feels at some point in her
"career" that she is alone in her domestic dilemmas, that no
one else could possibly be having the kind of day she is
having. It is my hope that Commandments From The
Kitchen Chair will convince mothers everywhere that
we've all been there, and most of us are still there.
As mothers we belong to a kind of silent sorority, but
we're all members just the same. Join with me and chuckle
at the life course we have chosen. After all, if it weren't for
insanity, we'd all be crazy by now.
Appearing throughout the book are my husband, herein
after referred to as "hubby", preferring to remain
anonymous unless I use a pseudonym, and two daughters
Kristin and Katelyn, fondly dubbed "The Special K's"
(ages ten and three at the time of writing). No names have
been changed to protect the innocent; none of us are
innocent. Our family closely parallels your own, and my
Mother too told me there would be days like this. She did
however neglect to mention that they would all be like this.