I made a post once where I asked myself if I should do this again. In that wonderful post I decided that I would only post when I felt like it. No longer would it be something I had to do, but if I felt like sharing a bit of myself again, this is where I would do it. I say that was a wonderful post because thanks to the wonders of technology it is lost in cyber space where you will never see it to know if it was a wonderful post or not.
Now I finally feel like posting again. I don't have anything particularly wonderful to say. I just kind of feel like typing.
That is a weird feeling I know, but there it is.
I just finished cleaning up the house and am now waiting for the kids to come over for our bi-weekly visit. Let me just say this once again, as I am sure all of you who know me well can attest - I hate housework! I mean really sincerely and with no reservations despise it. I have never felt this much hatred for anything as I do for housework. I should like it, being a person that thrives on instant gratification. I love mowing the lawn because what was long and messy is instantly short and nice looking. It should be the same with say cleaning the bathroom. What was once grimy and disgusting is now clean and sparkling, but what are you going to do with that nice clean bathroom. That is right, piss and poop all over it. So what is the point right? The same is true of the living room, it is going to get lived in, so why erase all signs that is has been lived in up until that point.
I must admit though I do feel differently about cleaning the kitchen, that is a necessity. If you are going to even warm up a plate of food you have to have some surface space to prepare the food for the microwave. It is infinitely better if that space is not covered with last night's dinner. Also, as I have aged I have discovered that it truly is more pleasurable to climb into a nicely made bed than a sloppy one. Does that mean I have started making my bed every morning? Hell no. Most of the time there is still a large snoring man in it when I get up. Once I am up I have no desire to revisit the bed just in case I become overwhelmed by the desire to crawl under the covers again. Sometimes I will straighten up the bed right before I crawl into it, but seems like cheating.
I guess the main reason I really do not like working on the inside of my house as the outside is that no one else will see it besides me and the before mentioned snoring man. So I guess I am kind of an exhibitionist in that regard. Why work on something that will get you no recognition or praise? I have finally started asking my man how the house looks when I am done cleaning it to get the small amount of praise that comes with that, and it does help, but it feels kind of shallow.
OK enough already, time for lunch. Catch ya later
