Hey, that’s a great title for my book "The Lazy house Chronicles. lol.
The wife was sitting in the recliner playing a game on her tablet and the little boy grabbed my hand and she said "Use your words". He said "Help" and took me over to where he lost a ball behind the couch. I got down on my knees and tried to see if it was in the corner between the couch and the wall and it wasn’t so then I went to get a broom from the closet to try to get it, ran the handle of the broom along the wall behind the couch and figured, even if the ball wasn’t against the wall, the length of the handle would put it closer to the edge so I could retrieve it for him.
That didn’t work and the teenager happened to come downstairs so the wife says "Can you help him get his ball?"
Here’s a novel idea. How about get off your fucking ass and help your kid with something once in a while.
She’s off at home depot with the teenager getting some light and an extension cord so she can keep some moss alive in a tank for her terrarium.