I hate housework!
There I've said it. I've come clean (pun intended).
As I near the end of my maternity leave I find myself reflecting on my year off and what I am learning about myself and the truth is I am not a natural housewife. There are days when I don't feel much of a natural mother either, but I am certainly not a natural housewife!
It's all so soul destroyingly pointless! And just like painting the Fourth Bridge as soon as you think you have finished it's time to start all over again.
That is what I loathe most. It's never finished! There's no closure as my American friends would call it. You are never done and.. erm, erm... dusted (it's puntastic around here today - must be panto season.. oh no it's not etc etc repeat to fade..)
Take now for example, I have a list of jobs as long as your feather duster of polishing and cleaning to do but here I am, the boy is asleep and I'm sat at the computer writing.
Does this make me lazy? Selfish? A bad person?
Depends upon your point of view I guess.
I used to work with some ladies who actively relished cleaning their house at least twice a week if not most evenings. I admired them, even envied them for their enthusiasm but I couldn't think of anything worse.
Life is, well my life is, too short for cleaning I'm afraid but as much as I like the mantra "While he's awake we play, while he's asleep I write" you can't put it off forever.
Hubby is amazing and does more than his fair share and I'm not a complete slob, there is after all a hygiene issue here so don't get me wrong we don't live in filth and squalor. Just organised, dusty, chaos.
You ask most people what they'd do if they won a lot of money and they'd say they'd buy a Ferrari or a big house or take a world cruise.
You can keep all that, I'd just like a lady that "does".
Cos this lady, doesn't!!