With no more Tell Me You Love Me, I have no idea what I'm going to write about on Sundays.
Aside from attending church at 10:30am, today was one of those days of pure laziness. One of those days where I'm a bit embarrassed yet a bit proud to have done absolute jack. The apartment needs some attention but it just wasn't happening today.
I've never been what you might call domesticated. And while I've gotten better over the years with being married, I'm hardly the poster child for a fifties housewife. I can't cook from scratch to save my life. If it doesn't come in a box or a bag (or better yet - premade!), you can pretty much forget it. And even then, it can be dicey. Those directions can be tricky sometimes! DH usually laughs and will eat whatever I serve, even if it takes like poo. But he is a much better cook than I could ever hope to be.
I'm much better at cleaning but it's getting the motivation to do it that is my vice. I hate doing laundry, cleaning bathrooms, dusting, etc. And I am using the word HATE here purposefully. Once I'm in the zone, I am a woman on a mission and it's best you stay out of my way. But deep cleaning usually happens only if (a) we have company, or (b) I'm in a bad mood and need to release pent-up energy. I don't know why but being pissed off has always been the best motivator for me to clean. I told DH - in jest, mind you - to start arguments with me more often so our apartment would rival Melvin Udall.*
I often wonder how I'll fare as a mother, being that cooking and cleaning do not come naturally to me. Will the switch be flipped on the domestic circuit once I actually become a mother? Will I be more eager to keep up with the housework since I will have a little one who will be steadfast on eating things off the floor that they shouldn't and who will eventually need a healthier diet than pre-packaged chicken tenders? I just feel like I'm missing a chip in this department. Do I have any business having children when I can't even keep up with my own laundry? Never mention my husband's...
If I were pregnant, maybe I would be more of the barefoot, in-the-kitchen type. I guess my sick reasoning is that being infertile permits me to be lazy. If I don't have a child to look after, why bust my hump? I'll just live in my filth and slobbishness until I have a reason to "nest".
*5 points to anyone who can tell me in which movie this character resides.
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Day of Rest
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I'm with you on that---I clean Ferociously when I'm good and pissed at Jake. So, it's a sign that things are going well when our house is a funked-up smelly mess. =)
I clean because I like things clean. The act of cleaning itself? Blergh!
Nobody likes to scrub the toilet.
J
Dude, you gotta hire a cleaning lady. Seriously BEST THING I'VE EVER DONE! I HATE cleaning too, HATE IT, and would only clean when I could see the filth or someone was coming. Yet now, once every two weeks a magician comes and saves my life. For a measly $40. That's $20 of the best dollars I spend weekly:-)
I am all for the cleaning lady! I for some reason got lucky enough to marry a guy who likes to clean!?! I like to cook so he's happy as long as I am feeding him.
Thanks for the nice words at my site!
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I am TOTALLY THERE - we would be great friendly distractor's if we only lived closer...pffft on that domesticated 50's housewife malarky!! I clean when i am mad..it's the best time. That has nothing to do with maturnal abilities or skills! You willbe a fantastic mother
I only clean when I'm mad too...lol
Melvin is from "As Good as it Gets." :)
Don't beat yourself up for not being a domestic goddess 24/7 - a clean house does not a doting mother make. I can say with total honesty that unless we had company over, my mom NEVER went overboard to make the house spotless and she didn't cook anything that didn't come in a box (thank God for macaroni and cheese). But my mom was so amazing because she was down on the floor playing with us, making sure that we knew we were loved and taken care of. That's the kind of mom I want to be.
There is nothing better than a lazy Sunday...I fully subscribe to the day of rest philosophy especially when the alternative is cleaning!
If you want to be lazy all day, then you should absolutely be lazy all day. Some days are just meant for nothing at all.
I only clean when we are expecting company, and that is fairly often so I force myself to comply with that whacked out rule.
Melvin Udall lives in New York in the movie As Good As It Gets.
My blog is named for one of his tirades!
I need to find a cleaning lady, too!
I am just catching up with your cycle - am sorry about the ovulation thing, that happened to me a couple of times, too. I am glad that you got the BD in and hoping that you have some good news to share soon!
I can kinda sorta cook. And I am a semi-clean person. DH does NEITHER. Sometimes he will give me a hard time about not "feeding him" or the like and I feel a little guilty for not being more of a domestic diva. But then I find myself thinking a little like you - someday if we have kids I won't be able to lazy around all day and I'm going to enjoy it while I can!
I hate cleaning. I keep telling G we need to hire someone because he is useless with house cleaning and its just too much for one (non-paid) person (like myself) to do. If he paid me $80 to clean, I just might do it more often. :P
I figure if you managed to get dressed, you were too productive.
I am all for a cleaning lady too. We resisted for a long time and now she is the last budget item to get cut when we are trying to save money. It is heaven!
I love love LOVE lazy sundays. I didn't get out of bed until 4:30 yesterday, it was fantastic.
Our house was the same way until I convinced Mr H to get a cleaning lady, best money we ever spent!
Let me tell you -- the housework thing is TOTALLY overrated -- take this from someone who took a leave of absence in order to procreate...ooof. I am no martha.
Hey -- how about writing about "Notes from the Underbelly" -- I've seen a few previews...but I think it might just make me angry seeing as how it's about the uber fertile...
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