This week, as a learning exercise to help understand point of view, I challenge you to write the same story from two perspectives. Choose two main characters, one settings, and one mini plot. Write two stories, one for each character.
Maggie and Ben discuss the Tupperware cupboard
It’s the Tupperware cupboard for goodness sake. Its not like I asked him to cut his throat. But anytime I ask him to do anything around here its whinge whinge whinge.
Ben thinks that as he works all day in a job that I admit has its fair share of stress, that he can come home, sit on the lounge with the kids, eat dinner and fall asleep in front of the TV.
He doesn’t realise that I have been home all day with the three little ones and our eldest has just started school.
It’s stressful and hectic round here.
I wish he could see that the running of the house is not just my job.
The Tupperware cupboard gets to be a mess because, well yes I do have too much stuff in there and when I finish with things I do have a bad habit of just throwing it back in anywhere so before long there’s plastic from arse hole to breakfast time.
I just want it kept in some order so I can find things when I need them.
I don’t think it’s too much to ask.
She’s at me again. If its not one thing its another.
She doesn’t get that I work all day in a job that’s highly stressful, I get abused by the clients and I have goals I am expected to meet each week. Its all go go go and little wonder when I come home that I want to just sit.
As it is I come in and the little kids crawl all over me and I don’t mind that as I love that they do. It’s my bonding time I say. Maggie has had all day with them.
So now I’ve been goaded into cleaning this Tupperware cupboard, which means the tedious task of finding tops and bottoms, and all the parts of sets.
There’s only so much stuff you need I would think. Why have three lettuce shakers? Six cake tins? She never even makes a cake.
She argues that her mother has so many parties that she feels obliged to buy something each time. I say it’s not your mother’s fault, you are the one who dips your hand you’re your purse each time.
I hate this job, it takes hours and I know she wont be happy because I’ll come out and say the cupboards full and not to buy any more.
I mean is that too much to ask?