What am I, Cinderella?

Man, I don’t know how people have families and work full time. Housekeeping is exhausting! It could be a fulltime job in this house.

I’ve nixed the idea of cultivating cute veggie plots in the garden beds out the back. They are weed-strangled; it’s going to be a mission to dig up my garlic. And it’s not worth it! I don’t have the time or inclination to maintain the backyard. We were so stoked to have a full section and garden. But we don’t ever use it. I venture out to the clothesline a few times a week. I had a compost heap out the back for a bit. But otherwise the grass grows freely and goes untrampled. So we’re paying a guy every three weeks to mow everything, and getting no pleasure from it.

It’s just that vacuuming, sweeping, mopping, dishes, cleaning the pellet stove and benches, and the toilet, shower and basic gets on top of me. Seeing as we’re staying here another year I don’t foresee any of the workload changing. After that well I hope to be living without flatmates, or with mature ones who tidy up after themselves and pitch in for communal/chores cleaning. That worked here for about a month. Didn’t last long.

One day I shall have a cleaner, who’ll come in once a month to do things like clean the cabinets, stove, oven, windows, and go over the house really well….

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