Thursday, February 5, 2009

Undomestic Goddess*

My mom had a needlepoint, I think the are called samplers when they are framed and hung with a poem on it, I still remember it by heart:
Cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow...
For babies grow up,
we've learned to
our sorrow...
So quiet down cobwebs...
dust go to sleep...
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.

That pretty much sums up her philosophy. We learn what we see, not what is preached. In regards to that poem, I am pretty much the same way. I would rather spend time with my kids, heck doing anything other then domestic duties!

My husband knew this when he meet me, he married me. He used to joke that I was the worst housewife ever. I was pretty bad. He know jokes that he has "domesticated me" somewhat. I still won't sew buttons on unless I have to (like my pants won't stay on- I send his to the cleaners). When ironing I still only iron the front of skirts/dresses (the back wrinkles as soon as you sit down). I do nothing that is gross like toilets or anything that came out of the cat, and I really hate the gross stuff in the bottom of the sink. He even jokes that if I do the dishes, he will just have to wash them again.

I have gotten better, and I have even cleaned out the grow stuff in the sink (the water wouldn't drain) and cat puke (it was in the kids playroom). I seriously miss my cleaning people. I had such respect for them because they did such an awesome job. I never felt guilty once because they were so much better then me. But the economy has cut them from my budget (they also don't travel this far north). So I am off to clean and scrub the house from top to bottom today. Which means I will tidy (I am good at that) dust with a big puff of wind (ask my college roommate, its much more effective then a cloth!) and maybe if I am motivated I will wash the floor. It's one of the few chores I don't mind, I like getting on the ground and seeing it come clean. As a stay at home mom I rarely see a project get finished in one sitting, but I do washing the floor so it brings me piece. Unfortunately it means vacuuming, which I hate first. Ugh., But before any of that I must do the most dreaded chore, putting away the laundry. Seriously I would wash clothes everyday if someone else would put them away...a few more years and I can teach the kids to do it, at least theirs!

* with
great reverence to Sophie Kinsella and her very entertaining book Undomestic Goddess

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