I Want a Slave for Christmas
by
Laurie L.
copyright 12-01-2001
Age Rating: 13 to 127
It's not like I want to be some mean slave master. I don't think there is any pride to owning another human being. I am not a racist, I don't care what race or creed my slave is. At first I wanted a maid, but I can't afford to pay one.
I have been a single mother for 11 years. God, in his infinite wisdom, made it necessary to have two people to make a child, because it takes two people to raise a child. I just want some one to shoulder some work, who won't grumble about the fact that I cannot pay them.
I want someone to wash the dishes, that is the one chore that I hate to do. I added it to my daughter's list of chores to do for her allowance. On the rare occassion she makes an effort, they are never clean when she puts them into the drainer.
I'm trying to start my own business so that I can stay at home with the baby. I never have time to work on the business because I am at home with the baby. I start working on my web site and I have to go chase the baby out of my dresser drawer. By the time I figure out where I was, I have to stop to get the baby down, she is playing with the crafting paraphenalia set on top of my headboard, supposedly out of reach of the baby. I sit back down and collect my thoughts, and Rickie is now pulling on the dog's tail. I get maybe three lines of coding written and the baby is calling because she accidently turned off the television while playing with the remote control. I retreive the remote and turn it back on, switching it to a music channel, she loves to dance. I sit back down and watch her in action for a minute. I turn back to the monitor, figure out where I was and the baby has tripped over her shadow while dancing and needs to be comforted. A kiss and two seconds on my lap and she is squirming to be freed and back into motion. I save whatever work I had gotten done and give up. I want someone to help chase after the baby. I want someone else to have to answer the unending barrage of "Why"s. My grandmother has often wondered where the baby gets her energy. I know where it comes from, she takes mine.
I want someone to help my oldest daughter with her homework. We are both head strong. She wants me to do it and won't listen to me try to explain how it's done. I get frustrated that she won't listen. It is an never ending battle.
I want someone to do the housework. Then when the baby is napping I could work on my business instead of cleaning the house.
I want someone to cook the meals. This would be another time saver. Then I might have some time to sit and play with the kids instead of having to cook dinner.
Come to think of it, from the description I've given, I don't need a slave. I need a wife. Same job description, same pay rate, no negative feelings towards the word wife as opposed to slave. Ok Santa, I ammend my Christmas wish list. I don't want a slave, I want a wife.
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As fairly new to PnP. I have been scrolling down and found your little gem, How I agree with all you say, remembering my days as a single parent. Luckily, I am now a grandma and enjoy the 'freedom' and am glad that my grand-daughters aren't my little slaves!
A great piece of writing. Although I have no idea if it is true or not, that is the way it comes across! DAWN in UK.
Bless your heart, I can identify! When my son was a toddler, his dad was away for 6 months and I had a business at home. I hired a young girl as a mother's helper. Couldn't pay much, but she and her mother decided I would be training her to be a babysitter when she was old enough to be babysitting on her own. My mother's helper took care of my toddler, washed dishes, vacuumed, bathed the baby and put him down for nap, all while I was in the house. It really did help.
I laughed over this one. I was basically a single parent with my stepdaughter and looking back, Iwonder how the heck I did it all. But then, I couldn't have cared less about the housework. Especially when it meant hauling water to do the cleaing.
Well, I make a good "auntie" (if you are ready to do another revision on that list) - now if only you were closer. The only thing, I don't come cheap...I require a meal once in awhile. **g**
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