Friday, March 16, 2007
Am I a slob? (don't answer that)
I don't like to clean the house, or do any housework of any kind. I don't think anyone likes to do these things, but it seems that most responsible adults do them anyway. I don't. I tend to do dishes when we run out of spoons, or bowls, or something else that we can't eat without. I wash a pot if I need it to cook in. The floor of my bedroom is covered in clothes, and I've just been stepping on (not over, on) them all week to get to my bed (usually I at least kick them to the side, but there is no room for that now). Janie came over today, and she could barely get from the front door to the couch because of all the backpacks, shoes, fleece jackets, car seats, baby toys, library books, DVDs, swimming suits, socks, bags, and mail blocking her way (not to mention giant, man-eating dust bunnies). My friends say comforting things to me like, "Andrea (they don't call me Potato Girl), you've got three kids." But I've noticed that they have two, three, even four kids, and their houses do not look like my house, even when I drop by unexpectedly. What do I do with my time, while other people are cleaning their houses? I spend a lot of time on the computer. I sit on the couch or lie in my bed reading books or writing in my journal. I take naps. In the evening, I watch old Grey's Anatomy or House episodes. I like to do research, learn about things, think about things, and write about things. I clean the house in my mind. Yes, that's it.
Posted by An at 7:21 PM