March 24th, 2009
I have said it before, but I’m saying it again: the great tragedy of housewifery is that you can spend eight solid hours working at it and to anyone else on planet earth it looks like you sat on the couch reading all day. In fact, to compound the tearing-hair-out irony (or is it irony? I never know), this is in fact the point of housewifery. It is supposed to look effortless. Effortless is exactly what clean houses with yummy food and stocked larders look like.
Who’s to know I spent two hours wrestling with bags of moist soil and plants and pots, shifting each plant from its restrictive current home to a pot one size up, allowing for growth and health which will result in a beautiful living room full of nice smelling lovelies? Who’s to know I trucked my ass to Safeway in the pouring rain to select an assortment of healthy yet delicious foodstuffs, all of which require great gobs of time to store and clean and transform into meals, not to mention cleaning up afterward? Who will congratulate me for remembering to buy vitamins and floss, both of which we needed and both of which I forgot to write on my list? Who’s to know I spent half an hour trying to get the creepy brown stain out of one of the nice big white bowls to ensure we don’t eat off something harbouring germs?
NO ONE, that’s who. Except you, of course, and this is why I keep a blog: I am desperate for acknowledgment and appreciation which the world is not ready to hand over.
So. I love it when my house is clean and there is food and everything is orderly and full. I just think it is a crying shame that no one will ever know how much work I put in to get it this way.
Also, if any of my vegetarian readers know of a good brand of fake meat sausages, cough it up. The ones I’ve tried all taste like cheap hot dogs. How disappointing.
As someone whose mom stayed home to look after the kids till they were in highschool, I can total appriciate the work it takes to look after a house (with or without kids as I myself have only me, and my place is always in need of work).
So good on you for keeping up with both yours and Husband’s messes. It is not easy, and you have school and practicum on top of that!
Who is to know?
I know.
I’m sure that your husband is thrilled with his recent promotion from Dear to NO ONE. *grin*
Housework does indeed suck, I’m totally with you on that one, given how the optimal outcome is status quo… the Red Queen’s Racetrack, indeed.
Yeah!
Lara found some kick-ass spicy vegan sausages a few weeks ago. Hopefully she remembers the brand name.