For the rest of this year I’m going to have to resign myself to the fact that my house is not clean. If I’m going to meet my writing and work goals, I am going to have to let some things slide. Last weekend I spent an entire afternoon doing car maintenance. All I could think about was that I was not spending time on my computer. The car things had to be done in order to commute to my day job, but I resented the time I needed to spend on it.
What I really need, I thought, is someone who can do these things for me. A personal assistant to do my laundry, pick up my groceries, run errands, do a bit of house cleaning and maybe even prep some meals. Wait, maybe what I need is a house husband, and then I wouldn’t have to pay him. Ah, the day dreams of the overworked. I can’t imagine doing all of this on top of raising children. To all you working mothers out there – I salute you!
I’ll stop whining now. I’ve never been a fantastic house cleaner and maybe this is the excuse I’ve been needing to not have to do it. “I can’t clean the bathroom right now, my heroine is in the midst of a dangerous situation and I have to get her through to the next chapter!”