I am sitting here asking myself if I am actually ill. According to one Kirstie Allsopp of the UK, cleaning toilets and ironing and “regularising” one’s home is therapeutic. Therapeutic?
You think I am kidding? I wish I was.
“I’m absolutely convinced that those repetitive tasks that one does everyday, organising and regularising one’s home, and keeping it tidy, is enormously therapeutic,” she says.
WOW! I agree with the author of the above article. I love a nice clean and tidy home. I do. Do I like the BORING (Kirstie conveniently left that word out) repetitive tasks required to achieve that? Not a hope in hell! Do I find ironing therapeutic? Not a hope in hell of that either. I did once meet a woman who swore for her ironing was, indeed, therapeutic: good for her. I hate ironing so much that any potential mate in my life, including my husband, could expect to get told “I don’t iron” well before we got to discussing favourite horizontal gymnastics!
I am VERY glad to hear I am NOT the only one!
According to Kasey Edwards, Kirstie must have absolutely NO time to do housework as she is too busy building a business empire telling us all how to be women, yet she suggests we should all absolutely LOVE doing the housework she no longer has time to do! If she is so keen on housework, I have some for her and I will let her do it all for FREE, I won’t even charge her for the privilege!
You see, for me, the problem is nothing is ever actually finished.
Cooking: never-ending. Kids and husbands actually EAT the stuff and the next meal it has to be done all over again.
Ironing: don’t even get me started! Yes, I know Mr Abbott lives in a dream world where all Australian women iron like a whirling dervish, but I’m not in that dream world of his!
Laundry: another never-ending task. Clean clothes are dirty again before you blink, especially when one child can wear three outfits a day.
Shower recess: There is nothing I hate more than a spot of mold in the shower grouting which is why I try every spray on the market to ensure none develops in the first place.
Dishes: Thank goodness for dishwashers and children.
Dusting: Less said the better, I think.
I think my problem goes back to the days when my partner of the time and I were both working full-time and studying part-time. We had someone come in four hours a week to do the major stuff otherwise we had no weekends at all. Would I have a Brady Bunch housekeeper now if we could afford it? TOO DAMN RIGHT! And no, I would not be cleaning up before the housekeeper came to clean.
After the last month on social media it seems I am not a feminist, I am a racist and now I am not even a woman. One thing I do know, despite all the labels people might like to attach, I am a human being!
Please share your LEAST favourite housekeeping task in the comments – let’s all show Kirstie we are not about to be made to feel guilty because we don’t iron!
Life is about choice. I am certainly not against those women and men who do love domesticity, but I’ll be damned if I’ll be told if I don’t find it therapeutic I am somehow defective.