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Chapter 125 - Home Maker

Man, my guys keep insulting my home maker skills

And it's kinda pissing me off something fierce

Like wtf, this is what I've been doing for

More than a solid decade, of course I know what I'm doing

When I volunteer to cook for more than just myself

Immediately looks of concern and skittish behavior arise

No one wants to try it and they all fake not having an appetite

It may not be a freaking phenomenon, but at least it has a good flavor

Laundry piles up constantly and all at once with such a big house hold

Whispers of incompetence slip from passing lips before I can start

With hour and a half intervals before it's time to switch and fold it

But I do keep it going, loads right after another until it's done

I'm not a big fan of doing all the chores since it will become an unwelcomed burden of habit

But when it's my turn for the kitchen clean up

I make damn sure that its swept and wiped down

Cleaning the dishes faster than you see me do anything else, like a ninja

I really don't like being challenged in my domain

Since I was raised by a well groomed housewife who surpassed any and all

I can hang with my dudes and still mop the floor with any PTSA mom in the house

And guess what? I'm a boss in training, all that's left is to rise to each occasion