Tuesday is Putting Away the Laundry Day

I was thinking yesterday afternoon as I folded my fifth basket of laundry (my Monday chore) that it's really amazing that more housewives aren't depressed crazy lunatics. My life runs like a rodent on an exercise wheel, over and over, faster and faster, never really getting anywhere. Sunday is clean the main floor day. Monday is laundry day and "catch up from what I didn't get done on Sunday" day. Tuesday is putting away the laundry day. Wednesday is dusting and vacuuming the upstairs day. Thursday is cleaning the bathrooms and washing the towels day. Friday is change the sheets day. Saturday is nothing but usually fills up with something day. In my spare time I do stuff like wipe the baseboards (that was for Karen!). Just kidding. In my "spare time", I am constantly picking up toys, putting things back, cleaning up dirty clothes, finding shoes, making meals, wiping be-hinds, drying tears, snotty noses and spilt milk. On a tangible scale I accomplish very little and make very little progress on a daily basis and that is very frustrating. I could go on and on and on. Who couldn't? I know I'm not alone out there.

Now, I know that my routine isn't how everyone functions and maybe it's my Dis-function. Finding the time to do it all so the whole house is clean at one time - just doesn't happen for me and I've been told that it's illegal to drug your children in order to do housework (dunno, maybe I heard wrong?). Anywho! I thought to myself as I folded somebody's undies with Cinderella on them that the mundane will surely kill you quick. It's a good thing that I mix it up every once in a while! Yep, sometimes, I live on the wild side and don't put my laundry away till late in the week and I do Wednesday's chores on Thursday with the bathrooms and the towels. I know, I know - you're saying, "Stop it! Don't go all crazy on us!"


The disease of the mundane is a housewife's greatest fear and possibly one of her future regrets. I do not want to be back at work down the road - full time, and look back on this period at home with my kids and regret not having made better use of this opportunity. Although it seems like I'm standing still in a continuum of time, I'm really not. And though, I don't really make a lot of progress in solving the world's problems; my hope is the mundane tasks I do every day are helping to grow some little people into big people who might someday do just that. I can only hope.