Thursday, October 18, 2012

Housework Makes Me Want to Scream

I'm still working on a longer post about my visit to the hospital where I used to work. It will probably benefit from a little distance and pondering. Because in this post, I need to rant about how much I effing hate housework.

"The Magazine of Home Service"

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I really like the quotidian work of motherhood. I like taking Henry to the park, cuddling him when he's tired and reading him stories, even the same ones over and over. I don't even mind changing diapers, giving him a bath, feeding him and cleaning up his messes.

I know some women find the little tasks of motherhood distasteful, even disdainful. Who can blame them? Everyday mothering can be banal and menial, even mind-numbing. But I personally don't mind.

What I despise is housework. Dusting, watering the plants, making the bed, cleaning countertops. Hate, hate, hate, hate.

Unloading dishes from the dishwasher, folding and putting away laundry, cleaning pots and pans, cleaning the tub. Hate, hate, hate and MEGA-HATE.

AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH

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I like to cook, but I hate having to clean up afterwards. I might like Swiffering if it didn't make my dog turn into a spastic Swiffer-attacking machine. Really, he goes berserk. It's maddening.

I can't believe that it took until the 1960s for women to start to reject their assumed role of unpaid housekeeper. How did the rage not bubble over sooner?

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