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[averygoodun42]

Why is monotony so exhausting? I've used heaps less energy today than I have in the past three days, and yet, all I want to do is lie down on the sofa and go to sleep. Mostly to avoid the monotony of the chores.

However, today marks the day that I take back control of this house and get it in order again. Leaving things to Geoff has been a disaster so, organized multi-tasker that I am (I certainly excel at it compared to Geoff), I will get this place in shape even if the monotony kills me.

Which it won't because I'm far too selfish to let anything boring kill me. If housework actually kills me, it's going to be something newsworthy, like the toilet spontaneously combusting as I swish it clean, or the floor falling out from underneath me (which is more of a possibility than I want to think about, actually), or the linen closet gobbling me up. Heaven forbid it actually be something embarrassing, though, like getting tangled up in the clothes' line while hanging my undies. That would be horrible for Geoff and Babe to live through. ("She'd been complaining about how bad she was at laundry... I don't think even she knew she was that bad at it.")

But, without the monotony, there wouldn't be visible results. Like fresh baked bread. Or clean clothes. Or freshly made beds.

And at least I know that I can always escape for a little bit every day, if I need to, by coaxing Babe out (or following him) for a bike ride, frisbee throw or such.

But, but... can I just go play now? Please?

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[dickgloucester.livejournal.com]

You can go out and play when he starts school!

I can't wait, personally. Roll on, September 2010.