Apart from writing as much as I can, I’ve also taken primary responsibility for management of the household. But let’s be honest, ‘household management’ is really just a fancy way of saying that I’m doing laundry, cleaning, cooking, shopping, looking after the pets, balancing the budget, and taking care of anything else that comes along which smacks vaguely of responsibility (with the exception of ironing … I. don’t. do. ironing). In a household of two humans and three pets, sometimes it feels like a struggle to get anything done and make everything work … I have no idea how people with children cope (you have my complete admiration).
I think about one quarter of the things on my ‘to do’ list are pretty straightforward and relatively painless to complete, which leaves the remaining 75% of tasks placed firmly in the not-so-fun category. For a long while there my solution was simply to never do the not-so-fun things … but that’s not really a sustainable long-term option, is it? So after tripping over an unsorted basket of clean clothes for about the thousandth time, noticing the layes of not-so-fine pet hair gathering in piles on the floor, and worrying that my bathroom may begin to revolt even itself … well something had to change.
I’ve now got a schedule of things that need to be done and when they need to be done by … yes really, a dead set ‘tick the box when completed’ schedule. I respond well to lists, so this may be the only way that I will actually start doing all the things that need to be done. It’s still early days, but I’m quietly confident of success. However that’s not to say there haven’t been setbacks on the domestic front. A few days ago I had grand plans to mop the bathroom floor. All I needed to do was buy a replacement mop head and I’d be all set. Easy, right? No. Not easy at all.
Well the buying of the mop head was easy, filling a bucket with hot water and floor cleaner was easy, but do you think I could get the replacement mop head on to the &#%!@#! mop?!?! You’ve probably gathered that no, no I could not.
Try as I might I could not get the clips on the mop head to fit into the allocated slots. I’d like to tell you that I handled the whole situation calmly and maturely, by taking a step back and carefully assessing the situation … and if that’s what you choose to believe happened, well bless … that’s really lovely of you. But it wouldn’t be quite true.
There was much banging, knocking about, and cursing of that damned mop. After something like five minutes (which on anger time felt more like half an hour) of trying to wrangle that mop head, I accepted that it just wasn’t going to happen. But admit defeat? Never.
There was no way some fancy pants replacement mop head was going to beat me. So what was my solution? Well figuring that I just needed to find some other way to attach the mop head, I wound a rubber band around each end of the mop head to hold it firmly in place. Success!
So for those of you keeping score – I ended up with one brief (and intense) episode of rage, one clean floor, a schedule that is still on track, and a win for low-tech solutions. Who says problem solving doesn’t begin at home?