I was walking home from the bus stop this morning, enjoying the brisk air and knowing I had tons to do. Overwhelming sometimes; hell, who am I kidding, much of the time. Minding my business, walking. I notice my neighbor, nice neighbor that is, outside, with her duster. Like you know, the dust mop kind of thing you hold in your hand, type duster? I look closer, and notice that she is DUSTING HER OUTSIDE BANNISTER you know, OUTSIDE. I'm thinking, OK. Self, you have a LOOOOOOONG way to go before you gather up the wits, the time, or the engery to dust the friggin outside bannister that people hold onto BEFORE they enter the INSIDE of your home. She was merrily dusting it too. Imagine a Mary Poppins song in your heart. She was happy to do it.
Ok. I'm just sayin.....I don't even have time to dust the INSIDE of my house let alone the OUTSIDE of my house. Am I lazy? Am I so completely disorganized that I can't get it together long enough to get it all done inside then go outside and get it done there too? Somebody please! Tell me!
She is a nice neighbor. I like her. She's a bit older, she has no school age children. Maybe that's it. Ya think? The difference? So I come inside and I tell my husband blah blah blah she's out there dusting the bannister for God's sake. He laughs. I do not. He doesn't laugh like he's laughing at HER he laughs like he's laughing at ME.
I swear, I have already put the call in to the maid. You think I'm kidding. That's the funny part. You think I'm kidding.
Laugh. Go ahead. Laugh it up. Next week, it's all bon bons for me!
~yep.
J
You cook, you clean, you go to work, you nourish, you love, you scold, you are professional and yet you hang your hat on every dust particle in your home. You are a woman. Some women are Moms and some are not. You are still a woman. We are all made similarly. We are strong.
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Cleaning the house while children are growing is like shoveling snow while it's still snowing.
Erma Bombeck.
I may not have a clean house but I play mean game of Candy Land...that is where my priorities are.
My girlfriend does the same thing. She dusts her deck rail and mops her deck. Regularly. Me, I shove things in the closet, the wash machine, or push it under the couch. I figure, why not? That's what the kids do. When in Rome....
You know I may not have been kidding about the maid part but I was TOTALLY kidding about the bon bon part....
Kay --just so ya know.
--J
When I was a kid, we had a neighbor on our suburban street who was more than a little manic with the cleaning thing. We lived just north of Montreal, and winters were very rough.
When it began to snow, she'd head outside and sweep (yes, I said "sweep") the walkway, sidewalk, driveway and gutter, right down to the bare pavement.
She'd be out there when I left for school first thing in the morning, and she'd still be out there when I came home. If I went for a walk at night, she'd be out there, too.
Not the world's most intelligent woman, mind you, But her house was always immaculate.
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