Undomestic Goddess Lives Here
Here's the thing, I am lazy. Pure and simple. I hate cleaning--whether that is laundry, the kitchen, the stove, vacuuming, making the bed--if it ain't electronic (meaning my e-mail inbox or computer desktop), don't expect me to be thrilled at the prospect of cleaning it.
After 12+ years of a relationship, the husband still doesn't get it. Or thinks if he give me a few more jabs of, "Can you quit shoving shit everywhere!" when he yanking out the vacuum or even a few, "Why is this here?" comments, I'll eventually listen.
Guess not. The Stuff 'n Clutter Goddess still stands.
Really, I try to keep up with the mess that working full time and rarely being home--oh and living with a husband who is also NEVER home and an almost three year old--but it never happens. Okay, rarely--when company is coming over. Read PARENTS. Any parents arriving to the house will become clean in about an hour. But the truth is, it is stuff in the closet or junk drawer(s) type cleaning and a bunch of surface stuff (yes vacuuming, dishes, maybe a floor sweep, changing sheets and towels and a light scrub in the guest bathroom, quick vacuuming of the stairs) but not the deep down and dirt toilet cleaning. The deep mopping of the hardwood floors. The deep-cleansing floor cleaning. Dusting (scary laughter here). Re-organizing the closet that is stuffed with shit since we moved in.
Hell, laundry can get done--I'll do it no complaints--if I didn't have the fold the damn things. And believe me, I am the epitome of lazy. I'll leave the clothes in the basket on the bedroom floor (as close to the walking area as possible) to see if someone else (ANYONE else) will fold the damn close so that I DON'T HAVE TO DO IT. But this obvious hint doesn't work. Nor does it for the dishes. Or the entire kitchen. Or cooking dinner (yeah, I know that isn't cleaning, but hey, I thought I'd throw it in there for wishful thinking).
So, yeah, you can feel sorry for my husband because it isn't going to get any better. When I worked from home, I was too busy working and trying to care for a child. When I am working out of the home, I am never here. And even if I was here not working, it is unlikely I'd like to do the housework any more than I do now. Whether it is laziness or revolting against the domesticity my mother portrayed in my youth, one will never know. I'll stick to being an undomestic goddess in training.
After 12+ years of a relationship, the husband still doesn't get it. Or thinks if he give me a few more jabs of, "Can you quit shoving shit everywhere!" when he yanking out the vacuum or even a few, "Why is this here?" comments, I'll eventually listen.
Guess not. The Stuff 'n Clutter Goddess still stands.
Really, I try to keep up with the mess that working full time and rarely being home--oh and living with a husband who is also NEVER home and an almost three year old--but it never happens. Okay, rarely--when company is coming over. Read PARENTS. Any parents arriving to the house will become clean in about an hour. But the truth is, it is stuff in the closet or junk drawer(s) type cleaning and a bunch of surface stuff (yes vacuuming, dishes, maybe a floor sweep, changing sheets and towels and a light scrub in the guest bathroom, quick vacuuming of the stairs) but not the deep down and dirt toilet cleaning. The deep mopping of the hardwood floors. The deep-cleansing floor cleaning. Dusting (scary laughter here). Re-organizing the closet that is stuffed with shit since we moved in.
Hell, laundry can get done--I'll do it no complaints--if I didn't have the fold the damn things. And believe me, I am the epitome of lazy. I'll leave the clothes in the basket on the bedroom floor (as close to the walking area as possible) to see if someone else (ANYONE else) will fold the damn close so that I DON'T HAVE TO DO IT. But this obvious hint doesn't work. Nor does it for the dishes. Or the entire kitchen. Or cooking dinner (yeah, I know that isn't cleaning, but hey, I thought I'd throw it in there for wishful thinking).
So, yeah, you can feel sorry for my husband because it isn't going to get any better. When I worked from home, I was too busy working and trying to care for a child. When I am working out of the home, I am never here. And even if I was here not working, it is unlikely I'd like to do the housework any more than I do now. Whether it is laziness or revolting against the domesticity my mother portrayed in my youth, one will never know. I'll stick to being an undomestic goddess in training.
