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?
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.
ReplyDeleteJust do one task a day. Today is my PUT YOUR DAMN SHOES AWAY day. Going to do that right now.
ReplyDeleteIf 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.
ReplyDeleteTerry and I are about equal on the slob scale. So that works out well.
ReplyDeleteNo 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.
ReplyDeleteI have been known to have had my 'moments' where house work is concerned lol
ReplyDeleteGetting 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 :)
Cathy
Well blogger obviously doesn't seem to know who I am. Trying name/url again
ReplyDeleteCathy
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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