May 22, 2015

Being a Slob

Planes landing over Balboa Park.
It’s a three day weekend.  This means I get to see more of George than the top of his head on the other side of the desk.  Working at home has its advantages for the worker, but I would think the biggest disadvantage would be the wifely abstract interruptions. 

My “Don’t forget to tighten the arm-rest on Grumpy,” would easily break into any concentration.  There’s also, “Are we going out to eat?  What did you want for dinner?  What are you wearing tonight?  Any good wrecks today?”

I’m definitely a loose cannon in his life.  I’m sure he loves it when I head out to work or fall silently asleep over my computer. 

He was always a precise sort of guy, but I note lately that his neatness here in the house has become a priority.  Perhaps I’ve gotten even more lax and slobbish in my old age.  My bad housekeeping habits used to drive my mother mad…throw it all in a closet and shut the door sort of thing.  My mother had daily help.  Of course her house was clean. 

When I was in college the first time around, I was an alcoholic with two jobs, two kids, a stoned husband, causes, several friends living with us, and great crowds of friends stopping by every night.   Once when mother called before stopping by, not only did we all throw things in every closet, the garage, and the oven, but once we even hosed the kitchen down.

George says that getting a housekeeper saved our marriage.  The truth is that the first five years, I was repeating all the old patterns only without the two kids, friends, and alcohol.  Now that I’m on the downslide of years, I note that I am also on the downslide of neatness again.  Dishes get done, but often only once a day.  The covers get pulled up on the bed, but the bed doesn’t get made every day.  Books pile up on the worktable, but no work is getting done there.  George is outwardly very kind about my slobby habits and lack of motivation. 

Obviously I need to do something.  Maybe I could make it worse by going back to school? 

  • Himself:  Gym, dishes away, work, meeting…and making plans for the weekend.
  • Herself:  Stayed home from the pool, write trying to be funny, work, work at home, and fix an easy dinner.  Yesterday I used my new Crock-Pot, and the pot roast came out perfectly.
  • Reading:  An old Cadell.
  • Balance:  Having a morning without expectations.


    1. Don't know how I missed this. Hosing the kitchen down sounds awfully alcoholic to me. Next time you interrupt him, tell George I tried to leave a comment on his site, but Blogger is misbehaving again.

    2. Just do one task a day. Today is my PUT YOUR DAMN SHOES AWAY day. Going to do that right now.

    3. If it weren't for the maid, we would open the house up every month and use a dirt blower on the place to get rid of the dust bunnies.

    4. Terry and I are about equal on the slob scale. So that works out well.

    5. No maid service here. Or gardner. I guess if I gave up my monthly hair appointment I could afford one or the other, but not ready for that. As I type this comment, Terry is vacuuming the house. He vacuums, I dust. I do the cooking, he does the clean up. We share.

    6. I have been known to have had my 'moments' where house work is concerned lol
      Getting rid of some 'stuff' has helped but it never has been / never will be top of my 'things I will do today ' list.
      Lets hope my words will be published today :)

    7. Well blogger obviously doesn't seem to know who I am. Trying name/url again

    8. Hosing the kitchen down? Yikes! I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to get away with that. I live with two neataholics. They are my two housekeepers.


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