It feels strange to say sometimes that I enjoy (some!) housework, but strange as it is, it’s also true. As long as I am not be rushed through everything, then I don’t mind doing the washing and the ironing, the cleaning, the cooking and the baking. I recently came across a list of Victorian Era chores assigned to days of the week (HERE, through another post on THIS blog I follow occasionally). It seems so simple, so obvious.
I remember that as I was growing up. My mom stayed home with my sister and I and every day of the week was reserved for a different chore. I’m not sure we had baking on our list, and Daddy did the grocery shopping, but every day was assigned it’s own chore. My sister and I were expected to help. Especially on cleaning day, dusting and picking up our rooms. On washing day we would sit on the bed sorting socks.
The list got me thinking of all the things that I should be doing on a more regular basis. Washing, ironing, cleaning, and baking among them. Why not have a day for blogging though? I already schedule posts to appear later than I write them. Or a day reserved for catching up on all my television shows (I’m a TV major, let me have my fun). On the more practical side a day for sorting through everything on my desk and dealing with things that need dealing with. A day to go to the post office (something that’s been needing to happen more and more lately). A day to double check that all bills are paid. A day to check in with my roommate, a day to change the sheets on my bed.
I can’t help by think that I used to have days for things like this. I can’t help but wonder what happened to them. With my changing schedule and constant homework situation, balanced with my level of procrastination, I do things in strange sequences as of late. Washing doesn’t get folded until days later, and ironing nearly goes forgotten. Baking happens when I suddenly get the urge late at night. Shopping is unplanned. And all this leads to me staying up late into the night, or things not getting done at all.
So starting now I’m re-evaluating my schedule. I’m creating lists and there are going to be changes around here. I wasn’t even expecting that when I started writing this post, I sort of talked myself into it. Just now in the last two paragraphs. But I think it does need to be done. Ask me about this the next time you see me, yeah? Cause I have no idea how it’s going to work out.