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Sometimes I feel as if I was somehow singled out at birth to be the underdog, scapegoat, human doormat if you will. I have two children who for some reason believe that I am the housekeeper, cook, maid, chauffeur, and all around servant...at their beck and call every moment of every day, to cook their meals, wash their clothes, clean their rooms and drive them to school and work...yes work..these are not little children..these are grown up people seventeen and nineteen years old.

When I go to the grocery store, I am the invisible shopper...even while navigating the aisles with a confused expression on my face, none of the helpful staff seem to notice me...yet I often see two or three young male employees rushing to the aid of a shapely young miss...who is in the check-out line, and seems quite capable of holding her two items she is purchasing..hmmmmm.

I tried to put up some Christmas lights this past week-end. I was surprized when they went up without much trouble...they sparkled and shone brightly....for ten minutes...I rechecked the bulbs, which all seemed to be fine, shook each strand of lights vigorously, causing several of the red bulbs to light up...only to twinkle for a second..and slowly fade away. After changing a fuse or two, my lights sparkled and shone brightly..for one night..the next evening they refused to light up again, I finally decided to stop trying to make them work, I would simply enjoy my neighbor's beautifully decorated house with it's colorful twinkling lights, snowmen, and a giant santa that seemed to be mocking me for my pitiful efforts. We did get a tree a few days before Christmas...the kids hardly noticed as my seventy year old mother and I dragged it into the house and stood it in the corner of the living room. I put the box of ornaments next to it, hoping someone would take pity on the spindly branched Charlie Brown tree, and decorate it. The day before Christmas I made a half-hearted attempt to decorate it myself. Feeling an affinity with the poor little tree, I decided to use some of my nicer ornaments, and was satisfied that it looked quite festive as I headed off to sleep. Sometime that evening I was awakened by a very loud crashing sound, followed by glass breaking, the dog barking, and the extremely frightened hissing of the cat, who a second later appeared in my room, followed closely by the dog, and using my forehead as a springboard, leaped onto the dresser. I hardly noticed the scratches on my face

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