When did I get to be a middle-aged housewife?? And how?? I’m not middle-aged, married, or a mother. So when did my Saturdays turn into chore day?
So far today, I’ve walked the dog, cleaned up the kitchen, scrubbed pots and pans, loaded and ran the dishwasher, unloaded said dishwasher, packed and loaded my mom’s car, dusted upstairs, vacuumed the whole house, went to the post office, and got gas. I’m still debating washing my car. The only thing I’m missing is a screaming toddler on my hip. Although I’m sure if I asked, the breeders next door would gladly lend me one. Does a barking dog count?
Okay, so here is one of my ruminations from this morning. My mom just got a new vacuum. The other one actually rolled over and died from being used too much. My mom’s a bit obsessive when it comes to the vacuum. Anyway, her new one has two lights on it that show when the floor is clean or dirty. If the floor is dirty, the red “dirty” light comes on. Once it’s clean, the green “clean” light appears. As far as I’m concerned, this can’t actually tell if the floor is clean or not, right? I mean, it just seems like something stuck on the vacuum in order to jack up the price another $50-$75. Just a little something to show you the vacuum is really “working”. But the more I vacuumed, the more obsessed I got with those stupid lights. Is the floor really clean? It won’t be until the green light comes on!! Must vacuum more!! GAH!! I finally decided if the floor wasn’t clean by now, we should just get new carpet. What has my life come to?
