Cinderella

  I love that classic Disney movie, maybe because I feel like Cinderella, but instead of having a wicked step mother and sisters, I have kids. Kids who spend their days bossing me around and making me clean up after them. I'm always amused by the "work song" from the movie, perhaps it's because it's so relatable. So in the words of the singing mice:
                                  Cinderelly, Cinderelly
                                Night and day it's Cinderelly
                              Make the fire, fix the breakfast
                            Wash the dishes, do the moppin'
                            And the sweepin' and the dustin'
                              They always keep her hoppin'
                                 She go around in circles
                                  Till she very, very dizzy
                                       Still they holler
                                 Keep a-busy, Cinderelly!

                              

  Now, allow me to illustrate the differences between Cinderella and myself.   First, she sleeps, I don't. I bet she never has to walk her pet mice back to bed in the middle of the night because they keep trying to sleep in her bed, and I'm guessing that her mice don't cry in the middle of the night because they've spit out their binkie, kicked off their blanket, or rolled onto their stomach and can't roll back forcing her to get up approximately 6 times a night. Even if she does sleep on a twin size bed in an ugly tower, at least she's sleeping. What I'd give for 8 hours of uninterrupted sleep!

  Second, although I also have a prince charming, mine works two jobs to support our little slave drivers and pay for our "castle", but he is always willing to indulge me with a new pair of glass slippers fabulous heels on a particularly challenging day.

  I, like Cinderella, often dream of the day when life will be easier, but for now, I suppose a great new pair of shoes will have to suffice.