Housework gets in the way of writing, blogging, cooking, relaxing, whatever else there is to do. Today I really want to write, not just any writing; I want to revise my manuscript. But, I should mop the floor. I make up my mind that I’ll start mopping immediately, after which, I’ll write in peace without the nagging thought of unfinished housework.
Breakfast time. I’ll mop after breakfast. I could skip breakfast, but my hubby wouldn’t approve. He’s a sweetie. So I fry bacon and make toast for a tasty sandwich with mayo and a slice of sweet onion. (Not our usual breakfast, but it is good.) I serve coffee, of course.
Oh, I plan to serve pork shoulder with sauerkraut and black eyed peas today! Another slight delay on the mopping. Brown pork in pan, slice onion, put sauerkraut and onion in crock pot. Add browned meat and wine. Plug it in and turn it on. Wash dishes. At this point the morning is half gone.
I sweep the floor first with a broom. Fluffs of cat hair fly in my face like shadowy ghosts from the underworld, which I chase with the broom and pluck out of the bristles, and walk to the trash. I usually use the vacuum cleaner to suck up the cat hair, but my hubby is watching a preaching service, so I spare him the noise. Do all cats shed constantly? Shady should be bald by now. I could stuff an entire mattress with the hair Shady sheds in a week! (I exaggerate. It’s a writer’s privilege, isn’t it?)
Finally, I fill the bucket will water and add soap. Instead of soapy water in my bucket, I see oil sliding around in the water. I’m confused, but I keep moving. I have things to do! I wash the oil out of the bucket. Next, I wipe the bucket dry with a paper towel. I fill the bucket with water again and reach for the soap. This time I look at the bottle. (Notice the two bottles beside the bucket in my photo.) Well, what do you think? One of the bottles was corn oil, which I kept in the cupboard until the cupboard was full. I use corn oil to season my iron skillet, so I put it under the sink with the cleaning fluids. Mistake! I find the Pine Sol and put some in the bucket and mop the floor.
But I’m not finished. Now it’s time to clean the bucket and the mop. It takes three quarters of an hour to mop the floor and another fifteen minutes to rinse the mop and make the bucket clean again. (Notice the bucket in the photo is clean, and the mop is clean, somewhat.) So now it’s time to write. Frankly, I don’t feel like writing now.
Does anyone else find housework an unwelcome interruption to writing, blogging, cooking, relaxing, and whatever else there is to do?