Spent a good portion of Tuesday morning waiting at my local car dealership while they replaced the airbags on my SUV. They were under a recall and it needed done.
The dealership had comfy chairs in the waiting area, and I had my laptop, charge cords, a wall outlet, caffeine, and lots uninterrupted time. It was like a mini-vacation. Still… I had a niggling feeling like I had forgotten something, namely cleaning out my car before having guests.
Any other time, I would have taken the weekend to detail the mom-mobile. Wash the inside and out, vacuum the accumulation of beach and forest detritus, polish the dash and tires, shampoo the upholstery, open (and strategically place) a new air freshener… the works.
Couldn’t have the service team thinking I’m a slob. I may not have small children any longer, but the blue whale is a working girl, and she gets a little messy. I had another cleaning project over the weekend, so the car got neglected.
I would do the same if I ever had the luxury of a house cleaning service. I would have to scrub my home from top to bottom before anyone came… you know, to give a better impression. People talk… and my house (and car) are decidedly lived in – read: there appears to have been a struggle.
There is a cleaning routine in place. Each weekday I tackle a different room. It’s been working pretty well for the past few months. That’s not to say I haven’t had to double up days sometimes because – damn, cleaning every day is hard to keep up, and let’s be honest… housework sucks. You have to do it, that is unless you are looking to become a reality show phenom, but it still sucks.
Come to think of it, I do a lot of cleaning. You’d figure by now I would have caught up… alas, it is not to be.
“My theory on housework is, if the item doesn’t multiply, smell, catch fire, or block the refrigerator door, let it be. No one else cares. Why should you” Erma Bombeck
This week’s word is:
Housework
What to do:
Using “housework” for inspiration, write 100 Words – 100 exactly – no more, no less. You can either use the word – or any form of the word – as one of your 100, or it can be implied. Include a link in your post back here, and add your story to the Mister Linky list. If you don’t have a blog, you can leave your submission in the comment section, or as a Facebook status post. Remember to keep spreading the love with supportive comments for your fellow Wordsters.
Thin spiral notebook 
Arrgh! I hate it. I put off writing for this long because I hate even thinking about housework. But here goes…
HOUSEWORK
Housework, thinking of it makes her cringe. Why does society designate women for this never ending task. She tries being grateful to have a house to clean. Yet, day after day and week after week the job is never done. The clean house devolves into a mess.
When she was a child housework chores were divided up. The boys in the family had certain things to do. The girls did the others. Washing the bathroom and kitchen floors, picking up vacuuming the living room, dusting, ironing, changing the bed sheets.
Come to think of it. What did the boys do?
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