DAILY PROMPT: THOSE DISHES WON’T DO THEMSELVES (UNFORTUNATELY)
What’s the household task you most dislike doing? Why do you think that is — is it the task itself, or something more?
All of them. Simple, really. They bore me, and what’s more the elbows aren’t as greasy as they used to be. Or something. Housework seems to take a lot more effort, these days, and I resent wearing myself out over something so dull.
General daily maintenance is easy enough: make the bed, do the dishes, wipe the kitchen and bathroom down, put things back where they came from… I don’t enjoy living in chaos, so those things get done without thinking, and have a satisfactory payoff. But the bigger stuff… there’s no escaping the fact that time could be running out. I may live another twenty years, but I might not, and I don’t intend to shuffle off this mortal coil regretting the fact that I could have been doing something more interesting, in my final days, than dusting the books and polishing the windows.
There’s probably a certain amount of rebellion here, as well. Having spent years living up to my husband’s exacting standards – cooking, cleaning, polishing, dusting like a veritable Little Suzie Homemaker, as well as having a full-time job – I reckon now that there’s only me, I can let mushrooms grow in the mulch on the floor if I damn well want to. (Not that I do, as it happens. I rarely wear shoes at home, and mulch and mushrooms underfoot are distinctly unappealing.)
And it’s not that I regret those housewifely days, either. At least my children learned the pleasures of domestic cleanliness and order, and how to maintain it. Most of them thought it was downright sadistic to expect it of them in their teens, and I was happy to compromise: confine your piggy ways to your own rooms, and I’ll pretend those rooms don’t exist. But the training has come in handy since, and my fund of acquired domestic wisdom still has its uses. Although none of them want to bottle fruit, make chutney or run up their own clothes.
I am a bit scared, though. I’m having a cataract removed next week. Goodness knows what accumulated grot I’ll see when I can see again.