Friday, July 29, 2011
Housework is My Work...Finally
The first clue was when a plastic plant died. The second clue was when guests opted for "jiggling around" instead of using our guest bathroom; I guess it has been awhile since I cleaned in there. The third clue was when I bemoaned the dark stormclouds and bad weather we keep having, only to hear that it's been sunny every single day - my windows are just grey with dirt and dust. The honeymoon has to end, and quick!
My only job right now is to keep this place humming. It is not humming...it's coughing, or gagging. I have to shape up!
Today is the day. I am going to get on my housedress (see photo), get out the cleaning bucket, turn on the hot water, and get to work! I may do some laundry too - my husband is perpetually hunched over in our room, looking through baskets muttering, "So are these clean, or what?" (The only reason I can have this honeymoon phase, by the way, is that he totally understands it - he is addicted to golf. We've lost him for days, too.) Even his calm nature has it's tipping point, though - he wasn't buying my claim that "breakfast for dinner" is a happenin' new trend - at least not when it's cereal. Old cereal.
So Nello, my friend, today is not going to happen for us. I must grow up, and find that balance in my life that I am constantly seeking, and am now pretty doubtful about ever attaining. But it's been real, boy. (Psst: hey, it's okay, don't worry; maybe I'll sneak out tonight to see you!)