Friday, May 27, 2011

Housework... *gasp*

Sometimes I just can't figure myself out.

I'm the world's laziest slug when it comes to housework. I hate it with a passion. And I rarely do any.

But I do like a neat, clean house, so I spend what little money I make working at the church on a bi-weekly housecleaner. She does the basics—vacuuming, dusting, bathrooms—and it's good enough. And knowing she's coming forces us to pick stuff up and put things away so that she can clean better. At least once every two weeks, the house is neat and clean.

So why is it that the minute Dave goes away for a few days, I go on a binge of straightening up, putting away, and even *gasp* actual cleaning? When he's here, I just sit in my chair and play computer games all day, or read book after book. Do a load of laundry? Nope. Load the dishwasher? Nawwww. Actually cook a meal? Never!

Do you think it's because when Dave's around, he's constantly working? Am I the anti-Dave? Do I need to spend all my time doing nothing because he spends all his time doing something? Is it a way of keeping nature in balance?

Or is it because there's no point in cleaning up when he's around messing things up again? Not that he's so horribly messy, but he gets involved in his projects, doing things around the house and yard, and keeping the house neat and clean isn't his priority.

Or is it just a way to fill the time while he's gone?

I miss him... :(


  1. I can only do housework when I'm alone in the house too. I have no idea why. All I know is that I don't have a WonderDave to deal with it the rest of the time, so we live in a kind of primeval chaos.

  2. Seems like there's not much point in cleaning up when kids and significant others are just gonna mess it up again... :)