No.... despite what you may think this is not about how some women try to act like men. That's a story for another time.
It's about me as I sit here unshowered and in my pajamas at 4pm on a Saturday.
I was thinking back to when I was first married and when I still did my hair and make-up on a daily basis and when I was a much much better housekeeper and I felt not only a little depressed, but a little.....ok, a lot.... bad for Gus. He goes off to conquer the world everyday and "brings home the bacon" and does quite a good job at it. You'd think the least I could do would be to have a place to sit for him when he comes home instead of having to move the laundry off the couch that I still haven't folded for 3 days.
Yes, I know, you are probably gasping in horror that I could do such a thing, but I am trying to be completely honest here. And if I am being completely honest I would have to admit that I am not a good housekeeper. There I said it. It's
out in the open. The first step to change is recognition.
My second admission is: I am not good at primping and preening anymore.
Now it will magically all change right? Now that I've admitted it?
I look a little enviously at women with hair and make-up that's done and I admire their dedication to themselves. How nice it must be for their husbands to come home to a wife that looks as fresh as a daisy.
And whose house is as fresh as a daisy. (sigh)
I won't give up though. My house will one day be clean more often than dirty and I will look more like a woman more often than a hobo. It will happen and in the meantime my husband continues to be patient and affectionate.
Man am I lucky!
It's about me as I sit here unshowered and in my pajamas at 4pm on a Saturday.
I was thinking back to when I was first married and when I still did my hair and make-up on a daily basis and when I was a much much better housekeeper and I felt not only a little depressed, but a little.....ok, a lot.... bad for Gus. He goes off to conquer the world everyday and "brings home the bacon" and does quite a good job at it. You'd think the least I could do would be to have a place to sit for him when he comes home instead of having to move the laundry off the couch that I still haven't folded for 3 days.
Yes, I know, you are probably gasping in horror that I could do such a thing, but I am trying to be completely honest here. And if I am being completely honest I would have to admit that I am not a good housekeeper. There I said it. It's
out in the open. The first step to change is recognition.
My second admission is: I am not good at primping and preening anymore. Now it will magically all change right? Now that I've admitted it?
I look a little enviously at women with hair and make-up that's done and I admire their dedication to themselves. How nice it must be for their husbands to come home to a wife that looks as fresh as a daisy.
And whose house is as fresh as a daisy. (sigh)
I won't give up though. My house will one day be clean more often than dirty and I will look more like a woman more often than a hobo. It will happen and in the meantime my husband continues to be patient and affectionate.
Man am I lucky!
4 comments:
I totally understand what you are saying. It's funny how it happens, and then all of the sudden you look in the mirror and you don't even remember what the old you used to look like...*SIGH*
Luv u!
I'm starting to think that those "good old days" will return when your last child leaves the house :-) Until then, we'll all just do what we can...which some days isn't too much!
Thanks for sending this link as well...so fun to see what you guys are up to! Miss you.
I still have a wierd thing about having to have a shower and my makeup done everyday. Whether it is at 7 in the morning or 4 in the afternoon, I do it. But I'm with you on the cleaning thing. I had a friend who I worked with who had two little crazy boys. She worked full time and her house was always PERFECT. And she always had something in the crockpot or everything ready to just throw together for dinner when she got home. I was always so jealous because as much as I strive for that to be me.....it's not. It's hard because you can clean up 15 messes that your child makes throughout the day and FEEL like you've done so much but then your husband comes home to see the house looking the same as when he left. I hate that!!!!
you know, some people have strengths and some people have weaknesses. Most have both. personally, I wouldn't eat off my kitchen floor any time whether I just finished cleaning it or not. I think I just gave up on the battle of entropy.
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