No I’m not a domestic goddess. In fact, I may be the antithesis of a domestic goddess. It’s not that I don’t try…it’s just, well, there’s so many other things to do, and it certainly doesn’t come naturally to me!
Simply put I cause chaos the minute I near the kitchen. Up until last year I hated cooking, and I’ve been known to have had mini-meltdowns in the kitchen. D is the main cook in our household, although I am making a comeback…finally!
I struggle to keep a clean house . Now don’t get me wrong, I like having a clean house and I don’t mind cleaning per se, it’s just hard to keep it clean. It really seems like 10 minutes after I clean I look around and its absolute chaos again. And we don’t have kids full-time! In consideration of that, I’d rather spend my time reading, blogging, doing yoga, surfing the net, drinking coffee and wine…
Up until last year the last thing I wanted to do was to get married…I’d certainly never fantasised about a wedding, table settings, flowers and dresses. Some things DO change!
I don’t love babies or kids. Don’t get me wrong, I tolerate them and I love some babies and kids, but I don’t yearn for them myself. Oh and I have a hard time with the thought they will turn into teenagers – but doesn’t everyone.
I can do my make up and hair and dress up nice, but as soon as I step out the door I look dishevelled. If I could, I would spend all day in my pyjamas or work out gear. I’m totally scatter-brained. Something happened to me when I turned 30…
We have such a thing called ‘clothes mountain’ in our house. It doesn’t matter how much washing I fold – there is alway a mountain – and there’s only 2 of us and a dog…
I hate ironing. D does his own, and I generally buy clothes that DON’t need ironing. If it needs ironing, it tends to sit in the wardrobe or on clothes mountain until I am desperate for something to wear, or until I REALLY want to wear it.
I’ve left iron marks on many pairs of black trousers and skirts I’ve owned. Another reason I stick to clothes that don’t need ironing.
I actually love clothes washing, but I struggle with whites – I wish my Nan had taught me the secret to keeping white sheets white…the lesson there is to not buy white sheets!
Seriously, how does one have a dust-free house? I dust and 10 seconds later there’s…dust!
The same goes for sweeping. I sweep and 10 seconds later there’s…more dust and stuff. I do have an inside dog, so I’ll blame it all on K 🙂 For a little dog she sure creates a lot of mess!
Is there anything more tedious and pointless as mopping the floor – aside from the germ aspect? And ever since D’s accident in 2012, when I mopped the floor the day before he fell and cracked his head open, I’m even more against it.
My theory is that as long as there’s cleanliness, then that’s my – and D’s – job done (cause it’s not all down to the woman – that’s for sure!).
There is so much else to do in life I’d rather get down to living!