(white rabbit)
okay today was my big cleaning day, and it's 1pm already and i've done zilch.
i woke up early, enjoyed my breakfast in the sun...
now cleaning for me used to be (and still is) a bit of an adventure, an act. it takes a little while to get in character.
first, there's costume. i used to wear my "cleaning dress" and a string of pearls, to get in the housewife kind of vibe of things. i put it on this morning (sans pearls, did you take them all away with you?) and something just didn't feel right.
then it clicked. i wasn't dressing up anymore, cleaning isn't some kind of game that i play when it takes my fancy. i actually have to clean. so i thought, what i need is a new cleaning dress. it still needs to have a traditional shape and make me feel all homely, but it needs to be my own take on what kind of housewife i plan on being. oh and it needs to be as uncomfortable to sit down in as possible.
introducing my new housewife dress. i wanted to make myself a martini to celebrate but then realized i probably want to drive later, damn P plates. cranberry juice in a martini glass will have to do.
so that's that for costumer, now i just need music... female jazz singers. maybe a bit of herbal tea and a lot of motivation.
more importantly, i have three more whole days without my boyfriend. he called me last night and casually threw into conversation "oh i nearly broke my neck today." he escaped with some stitches in his chin but god, i'm so glad i didn't see it, how scary. he better play safe today.
2 comments:
baby i am SO EXCITED! and you know i don't use capital letters lightly, but i am strangely exhilarated by the thought of you selecting your own house work outfit. the martini glass? well... you know you have mastered the art of housekeeping when you can do it drunk. i have all the girls and their mother sleeping over tonight. we have anti-nowhere league playing cos i was telling rebecca about how i punched that girl out out that tried to fight you at the concert. actually i was saying it was a good feeling to know that as a 50 year old,i still only need one right hook to sort out a problem. i don't know if i could do a 3 minute round anymore - anyway luv u alwaysxxx
i am also sad that you have had to come face to face with the nightmare of perpetual responsibility for cleaning up your own mess. it is the end of childish bliss, the demolition of a fantastic planet, the death of life as you know it, it is horribly sad. i'm glad you got a new ensemble out of it. it is one of the worst rites of passage - but it comes to us all...
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