Cinderella Man

No, I did not win any boxing matches. (I really don't stand much of a chance anyway against those Hulk gloves someone gave my kids). When I say Cinderella, I mean like the poor girl who had to clean all the time. I had to clean the whole house today. There was no choice. There was more to do this morning that time in which to do it. We had to divide in order to conquer the tasks of the day or the spell that makes Saturday such a great day would be broken when the clock struck twelve, noon that is. After lunch, we had fun plans. So, if we did not accomplish our morning to-do's then what is supposed to be a relaxing family day could have easily turned into a stressful waste of the one play day I get with my family each week. Between the errands that had to be run and cleaning the house, the lesser of the two evils in my mind was cleaning the house. Thanks to the Berenstein Bears, I was able to clean almost everything before lunch. To be honest, being a man, I did not even realize how necessary it was to clean the house until I could see the anxiety developing in my wife's expression. Though the corporate dad justifiably expects his Saturday to be a relaxing day of fun with the family, he sometimes needs to man-up by getting on his knees and scrubbing the bathroom, etc. In reality, I feel proud of my accomplishment, even to the point of taking the lead role in reminding the kids not to make a mess.