Here are some first attempts at home. (Before Hannes explaned me some of the stuff and realized i had the wrong program on :)))
That aside, i feel lately that there is not enough time, and even if, i wouln't have any energy anyways to actually do the stuff i need to do. There are constantly dishes to be washed, floors to be cleaned, multiple-multiple times a day, uncountable glasses of water/juice/porrige spilt on the capret, and then, when it's time for bed and you look back at your day... it's like a black whole. Like the walls are moving in. Usually i don't feel that way, but my mom just put me down with some "you should do more", "when i was having you, then"-phrases. I know that all of it is not true, since i was there, but it hurt. And now i feel a certain resistance for it all.
And in the end, the house is still a big mess of toys, snacks, clothes, books,.. you name it. I get it now why they put the "desperate" infornt of the "housewives".
My conclusion, A conclusion... would be... none. It might be this gap between generations, where moms from the 80thies remember trying hard to be perfect and wonder why now we don't live like the people from home&garden magazine? 'Cos we have like all the opportunities, right? So in the end some unwashed cups demolish all other efforts. Maybe i should just shock her with an annoucment that i quit university, since it takes away the time i need to do the dishes. ;)
The best advice is given, when asked - i hope i can keep that in mind, even when sixty.
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