Yesterday my workday stretched from 7:45 am to 6:30 pm. I got to be a part of some awesome and energizing stuff all day long, so I didn’t mind the length of the day, really.
What I did mind, though, was the fact that throughout that l-o-n-g work day I had to continually snatch moments to keep the house running at the same time.
A full load of dishes and a load of laundry before I left the house at 7:30.
More laundry and dishes when I came home and kept working remotely until 6:30.
Prompting our Middle to get the trash and recycling to the curb, getting rid of the kitchen trash whose smell had been gagging me for a day and a half.
Throwing together a meal at 7:00.
Writing up a list of must-do household chores for my day off tomorrow, as I kept that meal cooking. Touching base with The Husband about what needs else needs to happen tomorrow in order to stave off household chaos.
Planning a week’s worth of meals and creating a detailed grocery list after supper, at 8:00. (And nodding off repeatedly.)
When I finally stumbled upstairs to fall into bed, the question popped into my mind: How old do I have to get before I get a housekeeper around here?
Carol Brady had a live-in Alice to cook, shop, clean, and give advice to her kids. Carol didn’t even work outside the home, for Pete’s sake!
It’s way past time. Applications currently being accepted; must be willing to work for room and board.