Chip told me the other night, “I love it when you’re being all domestic and stuff.” I’m fairly sure what he meant was “Thank you for cleaning my underwear and making apple bread.”
Housework does not come easily for me. I can think of 1001 different things I’d rather do than fold socks and organize closets. But I try. Honest. I can remember dreaming when I was younger. I was going to move to a city, marry well, send my laundry out, order in and have the maid in once a week to do all the yucky chores that I detest. At least I got one of those right. (For those who might not know – I live in a “town” so small it’s called a village, we don’t have anywhere you can order in here even if you want to and unless you count my kids actually picking up after themselves once a year, there is not cleaning service of any kind. But oh – that man of mine and the way he makes my heart skip just by walking into a room…)
Today, I decided to tackle the laundry *and* the kitchen. I love to cook, but I hate to cook in a dirty kitchen. So, I got up early and cleaned the counters as I was waiting for my coffee to brew. Moved the toaster and knife block and swept out all the stray crumbies. I moved the coffee maker and coffee grinder and made sure there were no coffee grounds to be found anywhere. And I sprayed it all down with my favorite organic cleaner and got it all clean.
And with a nice clean kitchen, I decided that maybe some apple cake would be wonderful. I called my dutiful helpers – do y’all have any idea how hard it is to make apple cake with SIX helpers under the age of 12? Where’s the calorie counter for things like jumping over kids and hurrying to catch a 2 year old before she falls off the chair you’ve told her to please sit down on 100 times? – to wash apples and keep everything cleaned up.
We got the cake in the oven and the kids started on schoolwork. And then I started on the laundry.
I’m ashamed to admit it, but maybe if I let y’all in on this dark secret of mine it won’t happen again? At least not until next week anyway.
I had no less than SEVEN loads of laundry to fold today. That doesn’t count the load currently in the washer, one in the dryer and since my kids cleaned their rooms I know there are TONS of clothes that are upstairs (I’m afraid to look) that still need to be washed.
(On a complete side note – WHO is going to believe that pizza hut pasta is as good as a gourmet restaurant? I’ve had it. It’s ok. But if you think *that* is good pasta, call and make a reservation with me and I’ll make you a GREAT Italian meal.)
Speaking of being domestic and great Italian meals (see how I did that? And I didn’t even mean to!), I’m making homemade gnocchi for dinner tonight. WIth a gorgonzola cheese sauce. If you don’t hear from me tomorrow, send help. Surely I’ve overloaded on carbs and can’t make my way to the computer!
So, it’s been a very busy day around here today. But I’ve tackled-it-Tuesday with the best of them.