I moved into my apartment in October. Since then, I have yet to use a broom or vacuum. I just used my new (circa Oct.) iron for the first time last week and it was for a sewing project, not because my pants were too wrinkly.
Pretty much the only things I'm doing are dishes (when I can't stand it anymore, run out of dishes, or someone is coming over), laundry, and cleaning the toilet. I'm very tempted to hire a maid to come in and make sure things at least get the once over once a month. I just can't be bothered. I'm not a dirty person. In fact I'm the opposite. I'm just lazy. If I can see it, it bothers me and I'll do something about it. However, being only one person and never being home because I'm too busy out socializing, nothing gets all that dirty.
I'll make a horrible wife someday. : )
Which is why I think I am adopting the word partner in any new relationship. "Wife" has implications. Wifely duties and all that. When my X and I went to the town hall to get our marriage license they handed me (not my X) a parting gift - a bag full of cleaning supply samples. This was 1998. Albeit in central Pennsylvania but 1998 nonetheless.
I think since then I've just been subtly rebelling against the idea of housework. I can live with dust. Hell, I'm too short to see most of it anyway.
Pass me a bonbon would ya?
P.S. Sassy Pants has infiltrated all continents except Antarctica! Hello Nigeria!
Pretty much the only things I'm doing are dishes (when I can't stand it anymore, run out of dishes, or someone is coming over), laundry, and cleaning the toilet. I'm very tempted to hire a maid to come in and make sure things at least get the once over once a month. I just can't be bothered. I'm not a dirty person. In fact I'm the opposite. I'm just lazy. If I can see it, it bothers me and I'll do something about it. However, being only one person and never being home because I'm too busy out socializing, nothing gets all that dirty.
I'll make a horrible wife someday. : )
Which is why I think I am adopting the word partner in any new relationship. "Wife" has implications. Wifely duties and all that. When my X and I went to the town hall to get our marriage license they handed me (not my X) a parting gift - a bag full of cleaning supply samples. This was 1998. Albeit in central Pennsylvania but 1998 nonetheless.
I think since then I've just been subtly rebelling against the idea of housework. I can live with dust. Hell, I'm too short to see most of it anyway.
Pass me a bonbon would ya?
P.S. Sassy Pants has infiltrated all continents except Antarctica! Hello Nigeria!
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