Public Enemy #1

No one in my house knows how to shut the door!

Grr.

Drives me batty ... or housefly-ee.

Every time I see one, I am reminded (fondly) of my Aunt Beth. No one hates houseflies as much as my Aunt Beth. She is my 80-something-year-old sister of my father. In the years I used to spend time with grandmother, in my Aunt Beth's house in Moncton then Fredericton, I could remember her running around her perfectly clean and tidy house, in her very proper house dress and perfectly coiffed hair, swatting like a mad woman at the pesky houseflies that someone let into the house. I never had any doubt that the way she said someone sounded an awful lot like leeleeleeleelee with the meaningful look I would receive!

So, here I am, less the perfect house, proper house dress and perfect hair, think more lived in, t-shirt and cotton capris, running barefoot, wild air-dried hair, well, it's clean. I'm cussing my kids. They have no doubt that I'm cussing them, there is nothing subtle about my running around the house with the rolled up newspaper. I'm not even organized enough to have a proper flyswatter!

"Close the door" is the command you hear most often around here in the summer time. You hear "brush your teeth" the most because it is not as seasonal ;)

Clearly no one is listening to me!

And, no one knows how to shut the damn door!