For forty-five years, in my world, Saturday meant housework and errands. Vacuum the carpet. Dust the furniture. Clean the kitchen and bathrooms. Do the laundry. Shop for groceries. The thing is, I got it all done—every week.
Oh, there were times frazzlement developed—when I had to clean the house and leave time to cook for guests, when it took half the morning to convince my kids to complete their chores, when someone decided Saturday was the best day for an outing. I completed my housework each weekend, even if I had to use Friday evening or part of Sunday to do it. Weekday nights were for soccer, dance, football, wrestling, meal preparation, and homework, homework, homework.
Now? Now I’m retired? Now I write most days, at home? Now that I don’t have to do my entire house cleaning on Saturday?
Now, I forget to do housework unless I know company is coming or until I see puffs of cat hair playing tag with dust bunnies on the hardwood floors or, in a ray of sunlight, observe my furniture playing hide and seek under blankets of dust.
Housework, I must admit, never has been one of my favorite activities. It’s easy to procrastinate. The main issue, for me, however, is lack of imperative. I’ve attempted to schedule one day a week for each chore. Most of the time, though, some activity preempts the task, and I think, there’s always tomorrow.
Does anyone have a suggestion for me? Would a checklist work? Should I go back to doing it all on Saturday? Would it work to set out the cleaning tools I’ll need in the evening and complete my assigned task before breakfast the next morning? Getting up an hour earlier doesn’t seem to be part of my biological rhythm; so no suggestions along that line, please.
Or—shall I relax and continue to clean house for company or when I detect dirt and dust?
It’s almost time for spring cleaning! Oh, that’s right, yard and garden work will dominate my time…