Parachute Club

As enlightened women we don’t undermine other women, we forgive our imperfect mothering skills and accept that our aging bodies are the bellwethers of wisdom. Yadah yadah yadah. But how do we assuage our guilt over pet hair tumbleweeds, shoe mountains, the laundry Everests and recycling Krakatoas? As proper middle class dames we are supposed to keep a clean and orderly household and achieve this in fifteen minutes using nothing but vinegar and old Globe and Mails. I say to every sister, if you’ve scraped shit out of a cloth diaper within the past twenty years, you’re good to go.

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