Laundry - The Neverending Saga
Today I pondered the nature of all housework - not only that it’s never done, but almost as soon as you’ve completed a task it seems as though it’s time to do it again. I try to allocate a certain (small) amount of time each day for housework, when Jaden is watching Sesame Street, or playing on his own. Perhaps it’s because I do some every day I feel like I’m always cleaning (because I guess, I am always cleaning). I need job satisfaction!! I need to look and see how beautiful my work is - housework is NOT conducive to this, especially with a three and a half year old. I also lament the good old days, when I went to work, did my job and came home feeling content about my day (most days), and also done with my work until 8am the following morning. Sure my house was a mess, but I was young, carefree (read: childless) and it just didn’t matter.
I don’t have any tips for this - I’m at a complete loss. Call it late pregnancy hormones, or just plain blah-ness. Housework stinks. But of course, we all know this don’t we? I guess there is a point to this post other than whining after all: don’t fret, you’re not alone.
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* Can you sense my frustration regarding this matter? It’s there… A topic better left for a different post perhaps.



