Who knew? You?

Did you know that I, and I alone, am in charge of some of the stupidest and most demeaning things that go on in my household? By virtue of being the only thing in the house with ovaries, it has now become clear that there are certain inane duties and things that go on in my house that MUST be executed by yours truly. The following is a list in no particular order:

1) I am the only one who can and will flush a toilet with prominent #2 evidence swirling within.

2) Toilet paper actually may cause my boys' fingers to fall off, so again, replacement of this hazardous stuff is my problem.

3) I am the only one allowed to order take-out. Apparently you must have boobs to understand the Lebanese gentleman on the phone that takes orders for Lee's Chinese Express.

4) I am the only human in my home who understandably cares that every throw pillow in the place is on the familyroom floor and I am also the only being that takes them back to their 'homes'.

5) Anything that even remotely resembles an appointment to be made, banking to be completed or other unsavoury calls/ errands are all mine, sister. Back off!

6) The fact that I have only 3 pairs of teen boys underpants in the laundry (in the span of 2 weeks) is only on my conscience and my conscience alone.

7) The taking on of teenage boys in my house (which are mostly the Boy#1's friends) falls to me, my "dry wit" and a whole lot of potential swearing. Being a neighbourhood den-mom, it is now expected that I say who sleeps over, when and announces the time the next day that they are to be unceremoniously booted out on their arses.

What's on your list?