Crime scene

Empty plates and utensils, rinsed and stacked in the sink along with drink glasses free of orange juice dregs, were waiting patiently to be loaded into the dishwasher. “I love that you cooked us breakfast. I love that you cleaned up the kitchen, but your attention to the stovetop is sorely lacking.” He slung the … Continue reading Crime scene

Daily chores

broken seashell

I go through the motions without thought. It is all so routine, so mundane. Monday is the kitchen, Tuesday is bathrooms, Wednesday is laundry. There are no highs or lows, days pass without excitement, without emotion. They tell me it will get better, that my grieving is a gift. I am to use it wisely, … Continue reading Daily chores

Cash money

handful of one dollar bills

I hate housework. I hate everything about chores. The time it takes, the repetitive monotony, the cleaning up after other people, the smell, the dirt, splinters, the paper cuts, all of it. But, most of all, I hate laundry. The washing and drying part isn’t so bad. It’s the folding and putting away that gets … Continue reading Cash money