Housework

Do you like housework?  I don't.  In fact I dislike it so much that I have to force myself to do it.  The main way I force myself into doing housework is to invite somebody to visit.  It doesn't matter who, I'll do the housework just as much for my mum as a friend.  I think it's because I can't see any intrinsic value in housework.  You hoover - the floor gets dirty again, you wash-up - the dishes get dirty again, you dust - the surfaces get dirty again.  Can you see a pattern.  One of the ways in which I deal with my lack of interest in housework is to keep the place tidy.  I believe you can get away with grubby as long as it's tidy and I don't have a problem keeping things tidy.  I find I can take that extra minute to put something away properly, to fold the tea-towel and straighten the cushions.  What I can't find is the ten minutes it takes to wash-up, the twenty minutes it takes to clean the kitchen floor or the thirty minutes it takes to vacuum the carpets.

And don't get me started on the bathroom.  Even I'm disgusted by my bathroom.  How is it that a room that is used solely for cleaning my body, gets so dirty so quickly?  I'm thinking of giving up showering just so that I don't have to clean it AGAIN.

On a different but related note, I have spent the day housekeeping.  This I enjoy as I get to sit down and occasionally press a button or click on a mouse.  Yes I'm talking about my laptop.  Today I have updated all the programmes, deleted loads of unnecessary and/or unwanted files, downloaded some new software (just to try it out) and generally given it all a good once over.  It has been time-consuming and, at times, boring (why does iTunes take so long to update?) but it has allowed me to finish reading a magazine, do half my cryptic crossword and check out some ideas on the internet.

The bathroom's still filthy (I kid you not) but my 'puter is shining.