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FAMILY HUMOR
I May Be Childless and Alone, but at Least I Have Time to Organize My Spice Rack
Sure, you’ve got a family, but I’ve got time. Lots and lots of time.
People pity me because I don’t have kids. “Don’t you regret not having children?” they ask with the same sort of look on their face they get when they see a three-legged dog.
But while they’re emptying their bank accounts for two days at Cedar Point, where they’ll make treasured memories that will last at least a week, do you know what I’m doing?
I’m cleaning the grout in my bathroom.
Is there anything more satisfying then taking out all your repressed anger and disappointment on an unfeeling wall of ceramic tile?
Where once there was soap scum and possibly black mold, now there is gleaming white grout that should really be re-grouted. And as soon as my depression lifts, that’s at the top, or maybe somewhere in the lower middle, of my list.
Sure, people with kids get to go to graduation parties and picnics, where they’ll suffer sunburns that will age them prematurely and they’ll spend hours Googling “how remove tick?”
