Seeds of Wisdom: "Housework is a treadmill from futility to oblivion with stop-offs at tedium and counter productivity." --Erma Bombeck
I'm with Erma on this one folks. I don't want it written on my tombstone, "She kept a tidy house." I'd much rather they write, "She made web sites," or "She Blogged," or "She created," or "She read," or "She learned neat stuff," or"She saw things from a different perspective." Of course, I really don't have to worry that anyone who has seen my house will write "She kept a tidy house." Far from it. I'll never win the "Good Housekeeping Seal of Approval." And I'm quite sure that one sight of my house would send Martha Stewart running off to a mountain top to pray.
I don't consider myself a slob. My house isn't messy because I'm too lazy to do anything about it. I'd just rather be doing other things. Housework is low on my priority list. I try to keep dirt at bay, but I don't bother the dust; the dust doesn't bother me. My piles of stuff, have piles of stuff. And I tend to leave things wherever I last used them, because I've moved on to something else.
So I have to say that this bizarre urge I've been having lately to put things in their place, organize and generally clean up strikes has me wondering what's up.
It started with the new stock pot I bought (Anolon Classic series, if you're interested. Normally, I would have just pushed aside some other stuff to fit it into a cabinet, or simply left it sitting on the stove, but instead, I tore apart an entire cabinet and rearranged it.
We're having a drought here in north Jersey, so I've been really trying to conserve water. My usual method of washing dishes (after there is no more room to put any in the sink, of course) is to run water in the sink while I soap and rinse without stoppering the sink. Can't do that in good conscience with our reservoirs at less than half full, so I bought a small basin. I put the dishes in there with a little water, then wash them soon after like I would if I had filled the whole sink. So the end result is that I've been washing dishes 3 and 4 times a day. Not like me at all.
We got a new refrigerator delivered yesterday. I spent all morning cleaning out where the old one was. I finished before the delivery men arrived so I moved on to the entry hall that goes from the back door to the kitchen. I also tore apart my microwave cart - which got a good scrubbing - and I had the strongest urge to tackle the cabinet over the refrigerator as well. I didn't, but only because I'd mostly run out of time. I think I'm sick. There's something wrong. This isn't like me at all. I didn't even sit down to read my e-mail until late afternoon.
Perhaps, my husband has been playing subliminal tapes while I sleep. Perhaps, he's studied hypnosis. Or maybe it's something in the water. Some plot to domesticate all women who'd rather be out conquering the world rather than conquering dust bunnies. I don't know. I just know it's weird.
Posted by Cyberkat at May 12, 2002 6:21 PM | TrackBack