Whether ‘tis nobler to simply put away the bowls, cereal, milk, frozen foods…to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous messiness and waste,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles and chores undone, requests unheard and commands unheeded and by opposing end them?
The heartache and the thousand natural shocks a mother must suffer to scream and punish,
Only to mold them into caring, conscientious, tidy creatures,
Devoutly to be wished.
Perchance to be heard and heeded, that is my dream.
Ay, there’s the rub.
(original post Facebook, March 8, 2012)