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More stuff & nonsense

(Originally published by Nattie on January 16, 2004)

How can one point to this constant tangle of household chores, errands and fragments of human relationships, as a creation? It is hard even to think of it as purposeful activity, so much of it is automatic. Woman herself begins to feel like a telephone exchange or a laundromat.—Anne Morrow Lindbergh


I’m drowning in housework again. The only enjoyable moments in the day are when I get to sit down with the kids and read to them, or I get to curl up with a book of my own.
I swear the laundry multiplies while I’m sleeping. The same with the dishes. And where do all these crumbs come from?
I can’t vacuum. I was vacuuming the other day and accidentally sucked up a crayon. I need to take the vacuum apart, but that is out of my realm of knowledge.
You can’t walk into the kids room without stepping on toys. I bruised my foot on a Lego the other day when stripping their wet beds again. I can’t seem to break them of night time accidents. They happen most nights of the week. I’m feeling a little frazzled. I want a break…or a maid.
Copyright Natalie Rose York

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