I am frustrated. I am tired of being bombarded with images of mothers and children laying quielty together on luxurious silk sheets while the sun streams in the windows like soft butter. A father is in the back ground admiring the perfect and beautiful scene in his linen pants that are low slung on a washboard stomach. There is lovely soft music playing and all is well with the world. And this is a commmercial for detergent?? If my house was that clean...well...detergent would be the last thing on my mind.
Where's the commercial that shows my house? The mom sleeping in a t shirt and no pants because she only got half ready for bed before she passes out from exhaustion. The sheets are a smidge too small for the bed because she doesn't want to use the good sheets until the anniversary. One kid is standing on the gate in his door like a balance beam with a blanket around his neck that has been there almost two straight weeks without washing. I mean, superheros are never without a cape right?? Even if it's too dirty and stiff to blow in the breeze anymore. The youngest is wearing a onsie that is flapping open in the crotch because the mom was too lazy to resnap it after a midnight diaper change. This is good because the new diaper is so full it is hanging to his knees anyway. The Dad is already gone for work and the soggy towel is on the hall floor to prove that. Where is that laundry detergent commercial?? I'd buy that stuff because I'd feel so sorry for the mom.
*Vintage Post
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