I’ll try not to be whiny but I am tired of doing things that have no lasting benefit or reward. My life is full of these things. My biggest complaint at this point is housework. Stephanie talked about it the other day. Every chore I do is undone so quickly. I clean the house and by the time I get finished there is dust settling back where I started. I just spent 2 days taking down curtains, washing windows, washing and ironing curtains and rehanging the damn curtains. Of course then it rained! I’ve even been making the bed in an effort to have something feel neat and tidy. My mother would be shocked to read that but she won’t since she doesn’t “internet”. I think maybe my expectations are too high. When I was growing up our house was spotless. You could eat off the floor or anywhere else for that matter. Laundry was washed, ironed and put away without me even knowing it was done. Commonly we have a couple of hampers of in process laundry sitting in the living room. There was never a dirty dish in the sink when I was a kid. I think here our dirty dishes breed at night as the pile is always larger in the morning than when I went to bed. And the dust. I never remember seeing dust or a cobweb or even a hair on the floor when I was a kid. My house is littered with this stuff and it seems to pile up quicker and thicker when I clean it up.
I always say if I lived alone I’d live in a cleaner house but now I’m beginning to wonder if maybe I’m like Pigpen and I just don’t see the swirl of dirt that surrounds me.