Of all the jobs I do every day, housework has to be the one I hate most.
The one I will do almost anything to avoid.
Unfortunately, my family feel the same way, in fact, I’m sure they are convinced it’s my job and don’t give it another thought.
I have never liked housework, but in my youth I would do it. A dutiful wife and mother, the whole nine yards! To be fair, I wasn’t a writer back then, so maybe that helped. These days though, I have trouble doing anything. I seem to have lost what little Joie de vivre that I once had. I must force myself to do something, hoping to rekindle some enthusiasm.
This seems to work quite well, I am glad to say. Like today, for instance. Housework still needs doing, but the sun is shining and the massive hedge in our garden needs a trim.
Which will I choose… or will I return to my WIP and try to write my socks off?
Not so long ago, I would do both jobs and still find time to write. Sadly, those days slipped away long before I was ready…
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