It has been a rough day for many people today, and in particular, two of my friends. I debated on whether or not I should post a blog, because I thought that, perhaps, it could be deemed inappropriate. I mean, how dare I find something to laugh about on a day full of sadness?? But then, it occurred to me—-wouldn’t a day that has so much gloom in it be the MOST IMPORTANT time to find a little laughter? I say, YES. And I hope that this elicits at least a small smile, even if today has been horrible.
I remember, as a small child, thinking to myself, “I can’t wait to grow up, because then I won’t have so many chores!” Ha!
When I was around 7-8 years old, my mother began giving lists of chores to me and my siblings every Saturday morning (which had to be completed by noon, when she arrived back home from work), plus we had our regular weekly chores. As an adult, I would probably look at these same lists and chuckle, because I would now know that the WHOLE array of tasks could probably be completed thoroughly in just an hour or so…at MOST. But as a child……..
I can somewhat recall some thoughts that went through my head as soon I read the dreaded list that had been posted on the refrigerator…and the continuing thoughts throughout those mornings……
-“What the Fudge??? How did I get put on LAUNDRY duty again!!!?? I HATE LAUNDRY!!! I’ll skip it for now.”
-“I’m pretty sure my bathroom doesn’t really need to be cleaned. Look at it!! I would definitely be willing to eat off that floor! I mean…I would surely eat off a plate on a placemat on top of a table on that floor! That orange stuff? Pffsh…I think my tile is just the color-changing kind. It is FINE. Here…if I shut the door, NO ONE will even know that I skipped that chore.” (I would shut the door..stand there thinking about it for five minutes..re-open the door…..and then spray some old perfume in the air and re-shut the door.) ” THERE! Now, I’m done.” (Sorry, Mom. I think I actually did that a few times.)
-“Clean my room? I thought it WAS clean.” (There would be some books on the floor…and stuffed animals…and probably a few My Little Pony horses…and at least 10-15 MORE stuffed animals.) “Oh THAT stuff?? No problem!!” (As I shoved them all into the corner of my room.) “There’s the floor!! Perfect!!” (‘The floor’ when you’re a kid is merely a 5×5 foot square that is clear of debris.)
I’d pull a few toys back out…they would have an adventure for 20 minutes….or an hour, depending on which of them needed rescued…and whether or not the stuffed puppies were granted powers to fly.
Then, I’d see that a favorite Saturday cartoon was on, and I’d spend the entire 30 minutes watching the cartoon while “dusting” the family room.
-“Wait…Can I just use this wood polish on the glass parts of the table, too? Well sure I can!!! Those streaks will blend out when enough people have put their hands on the table….right?…oh look! My favorite commercial!” (Dust rag is left on the table.)
Another hour has passed.
-“Dishes are stupid! Why are we out of paper plates? WHO ATE ALL OF MY FAVORITE CEREAL?? I wanted a third bowl of it! Ewwwwwwwww DISHES are GROSS!!!”
-“Why can’t we have a normal vacuum?” (We had a Rainbow, which worked REALLY well, but consisted of two parts: The head on the hose that you pushed around the floor, and the motor with the tank of water that you dragged behind yourself.) To vacuum the stairs required the skills of an acrobat. “I hope this thing works on Legos……Aaaahhhh!! I dropped the vacuum’s motor and tank down the stairs!!! Stop it! Someone stop it!!! LOOK OUT!!!!!”
When it came to laundry, a load consisted of ALL clothing that could be STUFFED into the washer. With a family of six, one can imagine how much the dirty hamper accrued in a week. There were two types of loads. The “white load” and the “everything else” loads.
-“Why the hell are there so many socks?? Who decided a ‘white load’ was legal! There ARE NO MATCHES!!” (I would stand and stare at the offensive load of laundry for 10 minutes before folding one item, and then I’d begin staring again, completely overwhelmed and deciding that it was more important that I find what “shapes” could be seen in the different, haphazardly placed clothing, as if it was a giant Rorschach test.) “Oh look! A white elephant! It’s holding a sock!”
After about 4-5 hours of working ‘diligently’, it would be time for my mother to return home from work. I would hear the garage door opening, and at that moment, it was like I was injected with adrenaline! Suddenly, I was folding everything at lightning speed!! Matching or not, those socks were being stuck together! And by the time Mom walked through the door, I was “done” with my chores.