I hate to clean, which is sort of good since I am allergic to basically every cleaning product on the planet except dish soap and the natural stuff (which, let’s face it, doesn’t clean as well as the chemicals do). I love to cook, especially baking, which my waistline can attest to. I’m not very good at cooking, too busy to be very creative.
My family is the most important thing in my life, and I’d do anything for them. My kiddo is 8, going on 17. Hubby is also an engineer, but we don’t work together, or I don’t think we’d stay married. We also have two cats, Cat1 and Cat2. #1 is Kiddo’s, and #2 started off as mine, but I think she’s decided she likes Hubby better. She’s wishy-washy. Whoever pets her more is her favorite. Cat1 and Hubby have a mutual distaste for one another. She once bit him, and drew blood, so the next time she’s bad like that she’s out. (Not that I approve of her behavior, but I think he deserved it) Cat1 has been Kiddo’s since her 2nd birthday. The poor cat gets dragged around like a rag doll, and puts up with it (from Kiddo only) remarkably well.
Hubby and I have been married for almost 2 years, and together for more than 5. He’s been more of a father to Kiddo than her actual father, and she calls him Daddy, unless she’s mad at him! He’s been around since about the time the divorce was final. (But in no way related to it) For a while it was just me and Kiddo, which makes it harder for Hubby, I think.
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