The work week goes so slow; weekends so fast. Here it is Saturday already and I have accomplished nothing for the good of the house or for fun, for that matter. I’m in the work-eat-sleep grind. Not particularly in that order and none of it enjoyable at the time.
I watch some of those home decorator shows and we have a lovely big ol’ house that has grown tired over the years and could certainly use some charm. And I am lucky enough to have a husband who can do a lot of the stuff that needs to be done or would add some flair to it. But I have no ambition for the creativity these days. As I type this, he is downstairs painting. I didn’t even pick out the paint color. We remodeled this home twenty years ago - it had sat vacant for 30 or 40 years – and even though updating needs to be done, doing it again does not interest me. Its enough to just keep up with the day to day.
I need a sister-wife. One who excretes domesticity. I am more the barn type. I don’t even mind going to work if someone else takes care of the house, plants a few flowers and manages to get the clean underwear somewhere other than the laundry basket. How’s that for a tradeoff?
Back to the grind….