How often do you say the phrase, “all in a day’s work? You may not actually say it out loud that much but I bet you think about it a lot. Exactly what does it mean? I’m no expert but can tell you what I think I t means.
To me, “all in a day’s work” means just what it says. Those things you do every day without even thinking about it. Those mundane tasks you might not have to do but know they need to get done. Those boring chores that absolutely do have to get done and you have no choice in the matter.
Dishes are one of those chores. Some of us might use paper plates a lot but, eventually, there are items that need to be washed. I guess you could just let them pile up in the sink. Could you live with that? To be honest, it doesn’t bother me at all to leave pots and pans and whatever to be done the next day. Especially when I have company. I hate having friends or family do the dishes. Of course, most of the time, it doesn’t matter what I think, especially with daughter-in-law, Monique. I can make everyone get up and go into the den right after we eat. Then I hear the quiet sound of water running in the kitchen and things clanking together.
How about laundry? Do you let it accumulate like I do? There are only two times that I make myself use the washing machine.
One, when I run out of underwear. Two, when I can’t open the laundry room without clothes or towels falling out. Talk about a chore trying to sort anything with all that. It usually takes me all afternoon to get the first load started.
Most senior citizens have a weekly medicine organizer. I do and absolutely distain filling it up when empty. It has to be the more boring task in the world. There are pills you take once a day, pills you take twice a day and I even have one pill I take three times a day.
Heaven forbid you drop a pill in the wrong slot and try to get it out. You wind up closing all the tabs except for that one and turning it upside down to get one pill. And then there’s usually another little slot that’s loose and it spills all of its contents on the floor, leaving you trying to figure out what goes where.
I don’t understand the urge to make up the bed every single day. You’re just going to mess it up again in a few hours.
Why bother? Maybe when you know company is coming but, even then you could just leave the door to the bedroom closed.
Maybe I’m just lazy. I believe I did imply that in my last column. Still, I find my time a lot more productive sitting down with a good book. Sue me.