When I want a domestic chore
done in this household, I’m on my own. Usually I feel grateful my partner is so
lackadaisical about housekeeping as I’d rather write than have gleaming
floors. Both siblings are so finicky that those brothers will each clean his
respective house instead of spending relaxed time when we visit. Their wives,
meanwhile, will sit back with a cup of coffee and chat, the opposite of my
childhood experiences.
Yesterday started with a less
than thankful heart. The previous night, sick of clutter, I spent the better part
of an hour straightening our kitchen. Loading the dishwasher, putting away
gadgets, wiping away crumbs and stubborn spills until the counters truly did
gleam, I found it felt nice to have nothing on the island counter except the cookie
jar from my mother’s childhood home.
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Rising around six o’clock the morning following my clean-up, I looked forward to walking out to a pristine kitchen. No doubt
you’ve guessed what I found.
Not only were there bread
crumbs and sesame seeds around the toaster, there was actual trash upon the
opposite countertops (note the plural). I’m talking about an empty cat food
can, its lid, the dirty knife used to portion out servings, plus a tea bag
wrapper nearer the sink. And for a change my partner picked up the paper plates
from the cats’ last meal but, instead of reusing or tossing them, left them
next to the cookie jar.
Let me reiterate, they had
been on the floor. Now they were strewn over my once clean surfaces. ~sigh~ At least I got things back in order
in under a minute. For now…
I can promise you that cookie jar is empty and will
stay that way. I’m not rewarding sloth and carelessness with treats.
Update: I did get the requested fast food breakfast and got to stay home from the latest grocery shopping trip. So, we're good.
Are you a neat freak or
more laid back like us?
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