May. 18th, 2020

kimurho: a wee man riding on a cat (Default)
I was caught up in a book yesterday and resenting the need to set it aside to fix dinner. While I was washing the dishes, I wished (futilely) that one of the men of the household would spontaneously once in a while decide to wash the dishes without making it clear that they were simply waiting for me to take over.

I called them down at the half hour mark to clear and set the table and take medications. My son ran back upstairs to his computer game as soon as he had the table set. He never thinks to ask if there's anything else he can do. My husband stood beside the door to the dining room, reading something on his phone.

I was faced with removing the turkey from the baking dish, putting the drippings into the degreaser and making gravy, and draining and mashing potatoes.

At that point, I decided to hell with it and sat down the floor with my eyes closed - meditation mode - because I was fed up. My husband was irritated - if I wanted help, why didn't I tell him so and give him clear and concise real-time directions on what he could do.

Sometimes ... sometimes I don't want to be the brownie in the house doing chores that no one ever notices until they aren't done. Sometimes I want the brownie to work for ME.

Is that such a horrible thing?

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