Monday morning.....
Monday is less Monday-ish when you are a housewife. Yes, the house is a disaster from a weekend of people actually living in it... and yes, I have a lot of laundry to do...
But waking up and rolling out of bed to stick laundry in the machine before I plunk myself down to write without showering? Taking a break to eat lunch and mop the kitchen floor for a half hour before going back to writing?
Priceless!
But waking up and rolling out of bed to stick laundry in the machine before I plunk myself down to write without showering? Taking a break to eat lunch and mop the kitchen floor for a half hour before going back to writing?
Priceless!
2 Comments:
You speak the Truth, big T. I still have sad-pangs of loss when I think about the time I spent home with my kids. Gawd, I miss it.
Sure, it's hard-ass work, and never-ending homemaking can be tedious. But that time was MINE MINE MINE and I could arrange my life as it suited me and my family. I still resent being on the clock, and probably always will, after that time at home. Sigh...
When the baby comes, you'll readjust again. There will be demands on your time, serious demands. But when the stress and sleep deprevation related to the job are inflicted by a nuzzling, fuzzy-headed, milky-breathed dictator, you somehow forgive them. (Though you'll secretly harbor resentment for stretch marks and saggy boobs... go figure.)
~Polli
That's why Monday is my favorite day of the week.
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