The housework is a forever chore. It’s constant upkeep. Without it, the place slowly starts to look and smell like a boy’s dormitory. Never wanting to reexperience the aftertaste of a room full of stale farts, bad breath and foot odour.
Some days these daily tasks are a mind-numbing blessing. That familiarity of tidying the kitchen up after dinner. Other days the dishes get thrashed around the sink, taking our mood out on the cutlery feeling better than a therapy session. Then there’s that blank stare; in a world of your own folding clothes with a heavy heart.
These tasks allow us to shake off tension and loosen up.
Then there are the times when chores feel like resentment topped with a bitter aftertaste. They are the furthest thing we want to do. Tired and drained from a full day, becoming the referee for children who won’t be quiet until bedtime. And there are still several hours of routine before the mind will allow you to splatter on the couch and stare.
Doing a task over and over has its benefits. Although it does cross your mind that other people in the house could contribute more.