There! That's the last of them--now every dish in the kitchen is polished and sparkling and isn't that wonderful--wait, what the f*ck am I doing?!? |
I am, once again, in the wrong vocation. I hate housekeeping. It bores the tits off me. I get no satisfaction out of washing the dishes 2 or 3 times a day, or folding clean, crisp laundry. Yeah, I dig the fresh clean scent, but you might as well be slowly pulling my fingernails off, one finger at a time. It's like torture.
Even though I live with a kid on the spectrum, who NEEDS to have his life as scheduled as possible, I HATE scheduling myself. It makes me feel caged-in, trapped. I like to do things HAPHAZARDLY. That's how I garden. That's how I do laundry. That's how I organize things.
I don't have a regular schedule for dinners: there's no FISH ON FRIDAYS, CHICKEN ON MONDAYS, CASSEROLE ON TUESDAYS, VEGETARIAN WEDNESDAYS. I just pull something out of my ass most days of the week. Some days the meal is masterful, and other days it's kraft dinner with broccoli. And then other days, it's a cheddar and mushroom omelette with homemade hollandaise sauce. Yummy.
Sometimes there are proper meat and potato meals, and a lot of times there are EXPERIMENTS. Often there is grumbling at 5:30 pm that I'm "GOING ON STRIKE" as I am frantically whipping some crap together while the kids are whining "WHERE'S DINNERRRRRRRRRR......" from the other room.
anyhoo,
I kinda have a grocery day now. I sorta have a roundabout laundry day..but oh wait...Wednesday has come and gone, and all the sorted piles are still on my bedroom floor. So much for the sort-of Wednesday laundry day.
There are days when suddenly I get a whiff of the kids and realise I should have given them baths the night before, but my god--who can take the fighting???
There are clean clothes EVERYWHERE in this house. They need to be put away. There are clean sheets downstairs on the dryer. They've been there about two weeks now.
So yeah, I kinda stink at this job. I should technically be fired. I gripe a lot. Sometimes I shout that I'm putting a "TIPS" jar in the kitchen because I'm UNDERAPPRECIATED, DAMN IT! Sometimes I whine; "where's MY Christmas bonus?!?!"
I have a lousy attitude...
I'm not very organized...
I show up late for work nearly every day...
but, I hug my kids a lot, and continuously bolster their confidence, and sometimes...SOMETIMES I even shape lunches on the plate to look like smiley faces.
So, it's not all bad, right?
Tell me: what kind of homemaker or worker are you? Do you have a good attitude, and do everything you're supposed to, or do you find yourself daydreaming, or sneaking in a little facebook time at your little desk, or thinking of your next blog post? You can tell me. We're all friends here.