last days of winter

I did three loads of washing today, changed all the beds and (sort of*) cleaned the bathroom. There are towells and sheets ready to put on first thing in the morning. And maybe if I get the washing out early enough, and if it doesn't rain, they will perhaps be dry in a day (as noted by thirdcat a week or so ago... the weather change being a week or two later here). Completely. No airing required. Exhale.


Today's washing dryed, moreorless, even though there were a few anxious moments at playgroup when I looked out the window at the dark spitting clouds and thought, oh, for fuck's sake, my washing would be dry now.** All the other mothers and carers were playing with their delightful children and I was sitting on a peewee chair in the corner, as far away from my child as possible, keeping my quiet, seething resentment of the day quiet. My two weeks of holidays will be more domestic in nature than I had planned. Normally this would be fine, desirable even. I could sew and be well, domestic, with little trips off elsewhere by myself doing frivolous things. But now, at this at moment, I want to be spending each day transforming our new house with paint and painstripper. Even if it's tedious at the time. I really did imagine I'd be doing more actual work on the new house, but it makes more sense for me to keep home fires burning while G plasters, builds, mends and prepares walls for painting. Especially since we want to move in one day soon and his skills are so superior to mine in this regard, it's laughable. And I'd forgotten how hard the home shift could be, how thankless it can feel, how much I can swear (and yell) in one day. Which doesn't help.

Of course doing all this washing means a festival of folding. Crap. Splutter. Curse. Maybe I should clean out the linen cupboard(s) while I'm at it.

* thourough cleaning being hard to do in a house you are going to leave very soon and when your three year old is head butting you. And ripping books. Grrr. I think we had another day like this not long ago?
** Yes, yes we need the rain and lots of it, but can it be not on my washing for a little while?

1 comment:

  1. I always find that in the grind of daily housework/cooking/cleaning/tidying that hanging the laundry out is about the only thing that gives me a sense of satisfaction. I think 3 loads of washing and changing the beds is rather an achievment in itself.