DEAR LOIS, OW DO I CHANNEL THE ANGER I HAVE INTO SOMETHING PRODUCTIVE?
In terms of domestic life, I think a lot about what angers me.
As a cleaning lady, I’ve had clients who’ve pitied me, and others who’ve barked orders at me while offering me their scraps. I’ve had those who’ve stiffed me. Those who’ve looked down their noses at me. And those people made me mad. In all cases, I was on my knees, cleaning their toilets, feeling shame for failing to keep up with the preprogrammed standards of how my life was supposed to look. I was supposed to be better and more successful than what I had become.
DEAR LOIS, MY KIDS ARE DRIVING ME CRAZY. IS IT ME OR THEM?
Over the summer my girls—ages 11, 13 and 14,—and I did a deep cleaning/purging of the house. We reorganized furniture, cleaned out the basement, addressed the backs of closets and set up online learning spaces while we gracefully swept up the settled dust after my husband (their stepdad) removed the last of his things.