... is what we like to think when we look back on our mothers' lives when it was so common to find them all as 'stay at home' moms. Well before the term was even invented, when women were expected to be the people who ran the household. The ones who did all the shopping and preparing meals, keeping the place sparkling, washing, ironing, mopping the kitchen floor every single day of her life. That's not me.
But I did quite a bit of housework today, enough to make up for several months of benign neglect. Cleaning floors, washing and drying and putting away, standing on my head cleaning the toilets and bathroom maintenance. Running that dratted vacuum. Finding a several generations of dust bunnies that snuck in and multiplied while unsupervised.
Then sucking up that scattering of feathers that leaked out of the comforter when people came to camp out on the futon.So many bits of fluff found their way out of the covering, it looks like the fox has been in the hen house. Indicating I should be motivated enough to find the hole and do some repair work to keep the rest of the stuffing corralled inside. The down is so warm and snugly when the winter winds blow, but so aggravating when the teeny tiny little bits of fluff organize an insurrection and try to break free.
Thankful for that dratted vacuum, as I am aware of how fruitless and frustrating the process of trying to sweep up feathers can be. I do hate to vacuum, probably due to forced labor as a kid, but thankful for modern appliances, electricity and living here in a civilized society. Thankful too that I have filled my quota of housecleaning for several months...
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