Miscellaneous housewifery

[kiya]

Whitney says, "Okay, I go out and do errands."
Tesla [oneironaut] says, "Good hunting."
Whitney says, "I need material for a Brighid's cross, and laundry detergent, and more boxes. And the severed heads of my enemies on a string, but I don't think I'm going to get that, especially since my prime enemy of the moment is the washing machine, and that doesn't have a head."
Tesla says, "You could put a head on it, then remove the head again."
Whitney says, "I'll consider it."
Whitney says, "I nockered the washing machine."
Whitney says, "It wouldn't work. I stomped upstairs, complained about it, and then stomped back down to give it a what-for, at which point it meekly began to function."
Whitney idles.
[...]
Whitney semi-idles for Cranky Pagan Craft Hour.

Spent much of the afternoon in a state of "Argh, I don't think any housework got done last week." House still a mess, but there are clean dishes, sheets, and other misc laundry. Ran out of detergent. Still hate the washing machine. Still have more laundry to do.

Emotionally cycling between quiet contentment and dealing-with-hidden-pain is bad enough when not tired.

I still haven't watched a Sox game this year that they've won, not even one where I caught five minutes in a restaurant or something. I didn't turn today's on, though, which means it's not my damn fault. Maybe I can listen on EEI safely.

Comments

[kightp.livejournal.com]

I sometimes find housework a comfort; it's something I can do when I'm out of sorts, without a lot of thought and nothing more than physical effort, which can help me work off nervous energy. And when it's done, I can look at it and say "at least I did that today."

I only wish the rewards were more consistent, and something like permanent.

[kiya]

Tuesdays tend to be my most housework-heavy days -- the sheets need to be washed every weekend, so they get done on Tuesdays, trash pickup is Wednesday, and so on.

Unfortunately, what with one thing and another, last week not much of it got done, which means that I'm deeply discouraged by the state of the house, sufficient that I don't want to do anything with it even though I know that's counterproductive and blowing off my job.

Also, I want to pack and move, and I keep running out of boxes to pack things in. Though I may go down to the basement to see if there's something I can pack the contents of the game shelf into (because it looks messy, and packing up things that look messy is a good idea).

I do the nervous energy cleaning thing too, sometimes. Generally that means taht the bathtub gets scrubbed. :}