05 Mar Housework & Heading for Home
It’s Monday and you know what that means…a blog post and housework. Given that the LOL will be meeting at lovely Vikki’s house on Wednesday to discuss this month’s selection, Spanish Fly, I should be talking about the novel, but first I have to get something off my chest as I get my oven cleaned.
I hate housework. Let’s just put it out there. Blogs are on-line journals of sorts, aren’t they? And aren’t on-line journals brimming with honesty as surely as my laundry room overfloweth with dirty clothes? So here’s my truth.
The kids are off school thanks to the teachers’ strike here in BC and while I love my teens, they are terribly messy. I sort of look forward to the start of the week, when I can close their bedroom doors and pretend nothing is growing in the wet towels and discarded apple cores dumped behind them. And my sweet husband–he’s not much better. Home from a work related trip, his suitcase is spilling its contents across our bedroom floor, his paperwork is piled all over the office, and he’s fled the scene of in-dire-need-of-a-clean to attend a meeting.
Am I the only one who finds it hard to be creative amongst the chaos?
So I picked today to figure out how to clean my oven. We’ve been in our house for over two years but for some reason on March 5th, 2012, I could not bare to burden my Jenn-Air with one more sloppy casserole that might spill over the edges and soak the inside of my oven with serious stains. Cursing yet another dirty domestic duty I had to perform, I pressed all three buttons required to lock the oven door and set it to cleaning itself. In a mere four point five hours I will be able to whisk away all burned off debris with a simple swipe.
Not so tough after all. I don’t know why we put off such chores, except that for those four point five hours my house smells like its on fire.
And speaking of putting things off….eee gads I better get on that book. I am about 80% finished but will have to excuse myself from the endless domestic bliss that brightens my day by retiring early, snuggling down in my fresh, clean sheets, Spanish Fly in hand this evening.
As surely as my oven heats up hot enough to burn baked on food right off, this novel is getting hotter, building toward the climax…I hope! Witty, well-written, interesting and finely crafted, I will say I am ready for the story to roll…it has been much of the same, con after con, town after town…time to get that crime thing wrapped up. The Spanish Fly Placebo scam has just begun, however, so I think sometime this evening my kids will have put away their laundry, my husband will have unpacked, and I will have turned enough pages to bring this baby home!
Cheers,
Shannon