I took a week’s vacation from my job, specifically to do my fall housecleaning.
I don’t do spring and fall cleaning the way my mother and grandmother and their mothers before them did. I do zone cleaning. I do not tear the whole house apart and live with disarray for a week or so whilst the cobwebs get swept out.
I learned zone cleaning from either Good Housekeeping or Women’s Day magazine, back in the 1970s – when my stupid generation was all-about “Women’s Lib.”
I have always hated Women’s Lib. It surely did not liberate me! I, au contraire, was obviously born in the wrong generation. I love to keep house, raise children, cook scrumptious meals. I love this sort of vacation that I have taken this week: I get to pretend I am a full-time homemaker.
Most years, though, I do my spring and fall cleaning in the evenings, when my husband is at work, (since I work first shift and he works second).
I had an extra week of vacation to use up yet this year, and he cannot get the time off right now; so I set this week aside to bless myself by doing my fall cleaning in the daytime. I am loving every daylight moment of it!
I am so weary! But it is a good weary!
… And having the man home with me these mornings to see what his trophy wife does to keep his home so charming?: Priceless!
I have one more day off. Then the weekend. Then back to the trenches on Monday. Three more birthdays, and I will, Lord willing, be old enough to “retire.” Then I can, at last, and forever, be what I have always wanted to be: a full-time “homemaker”. (Sorry, Libbers, but I have always hated you. You didn’t liberate me. You made me conform to your definition of meaningful contribution. You are welcome to take my vacant position in the Rat Race when I retire. By the way – the Rats win. Just sayin’.)