Those of you out there that know the Housewife, know her thinking on housework. Oil and water. I hate it all. I've never met a domestic chore that I like.
After a good couple of weeks in the studio, the Housewife had to make an appearance today to scrape off the crud.
I've included photos. Be damn glad I didn't take a "before" photo of the toilet.
What the heck is a laundry hamper? p.s. this is only a small portion of the dirties.
Which one is the dust bunny and which is the cat toy?
Answer: since I dug them both out from under a table,
they are both dust bunnies and according to the cat, the one on the left is more fun.
After laundry, bathroom cleaning and sweeping, I moved onto dusting. Somehow, it is a less productive use of time than watching paint dry. A complete waste of time, and I do know a great deal about wasting time. Dusting trumps all time wasting (non)activities.
And we're not even going into cooking. The Housewife does not go there! My cooking is generally unsatisfying and often dangerous to people and property. I've been relegated to clean up activities in my house.
And, hell, I just realized there's some ironing to do.
My blood pressure is up. Me feelings of adequacy are down.
How did those housewives of the past not just drop it all and run out in front of a bus?
Well, its lunch time. Soon all of this will be behind me for the next three weeks as the sh#t piles up around me once again. I'm going to enjoy wallowing in it. Until I don't.