Thursday, May 16, 2013

Housework. . . Not for Wimps


 
            Not all women have it. A few of us were still asleep the morning they handed out the I love housework gene.

“Dust bunnies are for wimps” became my motto when I discovered dust kangaroos, with families of dust joeys springing out of their pockets every few days to stir up some fun.

            Because we live in the parsonage and my husband’s desk is a pulpit, I figure I should try to appear neat once or twice a year. So I force myself to clean by inviting guests to dinner.


The only problem with this clever plan is that I wait until the day of the party to start my cleaning mania. I race around the dining table disrobing chair backs of their sweaters, flinging them into shocked closets. The windowsills resent my removal of the dust that’s kept them warm for the last six weeks. My kitchen floor gets tipsy on Spic ‘n’ Span.

            After the guests leave, I flop on the couch and moan. “Why do I torture myself like this? What possessed me to invite seventeen people over? Well, at least the house looks sparkly. Let’s keep it this way forever!” I know I am duping no one but me. It’s as realistic as stating, “I will never overreact again.”

The only time I enjoyed housework was when we were first married, and the pride of reigning as queen over my own domain spurred me to dust, mop and scrub. That cleaning frenzy lasted two whole weeks. After that, I concocted my brilliant invite friends over scheme.

           

           Once we had kids, I began worrying: what if they asked their Kindergarten teacher what a dustpan was? To avoid this embarrassment, I gave them chores at very early ages. But we had to hold off when our daughter whipped a sewing kit out of her pocket and offered to mend her preschool helper’s ripped jeans.

When the kids were eight and eleven, we took them to a discount store and let them pick out their own laundry baskets. On the way home I casually asked, “Guess what we’re doing today?  I’m going to teach you to wash clothes.”

            From the rearview mirror, I caught our son’s eyes roll as he snorted, “I knew there had to be a catch!”

            “Someday you’ll thank me,” I said.

            As teenagers, our kids did all the cleaning except changing the sheets on our bed. It worked beautifully. Until our daughter moved to college, and my son and I divided her chores between us. He got his done all right, since I raised his salary two dollars a week. But mine…well.  I always have had a fondness for baby kangaroos.
 

       Do you enjoy housework?                 

 

9 comments:

  1. Not at all! Especially dusting! But, I like to have a clean house, so house work gets done. I am fortunate to have a husband who helps with it. We usually divide up what needs to be done, but there are times he'll just do it all! AND, he is a better cleaner than me! He doesn't do laundry though.

    Your description of getting ready for company made me chuckle!

    Blessings, Jeanette.

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    1. Barb: You are truly blessed to have a man that realizes his upper body muscles are there for more than flexing in front of a mirror! My husband helps a lot around the house, too!

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  2. I don't enjoy it at all, and in fact, employ much the same methods you do. Whatever makes it work, though!

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    1. Shelly: Someday they'll invent a house that cleans itself!

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  3. When I tried to 'do the right thing' (i.e. clean house regularly) the others in my home couldn't get the idea that they couldn't come through the door an undo it all in FIVE MINUTES.

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    1. Yes, it gets messed up faster than we can clean. That's one reason I hate housework--it's so unrewarding.

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  4. Let me think about this....... No to housework. lol

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  5. Now that I have back issues, the process is more of a challenge than anything else. When Beloved was alive, I did it as a service of love. Since that motivation no longer exists, it's easier to give in to the physical limitations.

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