Something strange has been happening in our home lately since we brought home the Disney movie Enchanted. I won’t give you any of the details of the movie. You can check with the Media Blog for that, but suffice it to say that we are looking at our home in a new light. The whole family is singing and dancing around the house, humming happy working songs and expecting the local wildlife to come and help us with our dishes.
But, since I just spent most of my day preparing turkey pot pies and cleaning up the kitchen, I am really in need for a little fantasy. Wouldn’t it be nice if I could open up our window and call to the morning doves that are sitting in the tree outside? Since they are eating five times their weight in bird seed, cleaning the house might be a way for them to give back. After all, haven’t they heard about the recession and escalating food prices? They should start earning their keep. I tried to explain to them that they were really nothing more than glorified pigeons, to which they bobbed their heads and flew off, presumably in a huff.
Okay, so let’s turn to the mice. Yes, we have mice. You might recall some of my earlier blogs about one particular rodent that has decided to move in to our home. Those sharp little teeth could come in handy opening up children’s fever medication when it is three in the morning, or removing the old paint from the porch. But, our mice didn’t seem to have gotten the memo about housework. Instead of happily scrubbing up the toilet, our mouse has insultingly crawled into the wall and died. Anyone know a good forensics raccoon specializing in removal?
I might even welcome the cockroaches if they were as helpful as the ones in the movie, although who would clean up the tub after the cockroaches have been crawling all through it? I’ve lived in New York. Cockroaches don’t act like that. You might turn on a light and find them guiltily carrying away an entire submarine sandmich (hoagies, grinders or heros for you non New Yawkers) or even the cat, but you will never find them installing new carpeting or washing the windows.
I realize that this movie may be sending the wrong message to my daughter. It is not that she’ll get caught up in the fallacy that someday her prince will come, but that someday little creatures will come do all of the housework, and she’ll wonder why her mice don’t do that.
Mary Ann Romans writes about everything related to saving money in the Frugal Blog, technology in the Computing Blog, and creating a home in the Home Blog. You can read more of her articles by clicking here.
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