Having scrubbed the house from top to bottom this morning, I am absolutely exhausted and utterly over being a 'domestic goddess'. My hands smell of bleach and any thoughts I had earlier about getting it all done and then sitting in front of my books have gone out the window - my motivation is zero.
I've been doing house work for almost twenty years and I don't want to do it any more! I'm the only one home during the day, so it feels as if it's my 'job' but I really want to hand in my resignation. The house is an all-consuming, devouring monster ready to chew me up and spit me out every other day of the week. I got a housekeeper once about six years ago when I was working part-time and she lasted about a month - the guilt got me in the end. I couldn't stand the thought of someone else cleaning my house when I knew I was perfectly capable of doing it myself.
What's the answer? I wish I knew. My little game of tough love hasn't really sunk in as yet. I've removed and replaced the light bulbs so many times, I've realised I'm the only one suffering for that! I've got a big box full of dvds, umbrellas, a dirty towel, an ipod charger and hair bands sitting in my walk-in robe and no-one's really missed them as yet. I did have success with a pair of shoes I found sitting on the lounge for a couple of days. After the owner spent the whole morning walking up and down the house screaming that she couldn't find her shoes, she went out in an old pair. I casually put them in her room where they belong and that's where they've stayed ever since.
What's really scary is that this is what my life has become - thinking of new ways to teach everyone to pick up and moaning about having to do the bloody housework!
I've been doing house work for almost twenty years and I don't want to do it any more! I'm the only one home during the day, so it feels as if it's my 'job' but I really want to hand in my resignation. The house is an all-consuming, devouring monster ready to chew me up and spit me out every other day of the week. I got a housekeeper once about six years ago when I was working part-time and she lasted about a month - the guilt got me in the end. I couldn't stand the thought of someone else cleaning my house when I knew I was perfectly capable of doing it myself.
What's the answer? I wish I knew. My little game of tough love hasn't really sunk in as yet. I've removed and replaced the light bulbs so many times, I've realised I'm the only one suffering for that! I've got a big box full of dvds, umbrellas, a dirty towel, an ipod charger and hair bands sitting in my walk-in robe and no-one's really missed them as yet. I did have success with a pair of shoes I found sitting on the lounge for a couple of days. After the owner spent the whole morning walking up and down the house screaming that she couldn't find her shoes, she went out in an old pair. I casually put them in her room where they belong and that's where they've stayed ever since.
What's really scary is that this is what my life has become - thinking of new ways to teach everyone to pick up and moaning about having to do the bloody housework!
Oh I am so with you on this one.I hate housework and I hate having to pick up after everyone.I hate having to cook dinner for them all when I'm not hungry.I think I should just have gone to live in the South of France by myself. Grrrr.
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