Who Knew?

Having a house means working all the time. At least, that's what it feels like.

Maybe one day D and I will be better at keeping up with housework... As it is now, it's all we can do to stay on top of things. And when I say "on top", I really mean, "It's all we can do to keep the house from eating us alive."

Take today, for example. We were out late last night at an Over the Rhine concert with some friends. (Fabulous concert, good times.) When we finally dragged our eyelids open this morning, we were confronted with myriad opportunities as to how we could spend our day:

Cleaning
Grocery shopping
Folding laundry
Raking leaves
Cleaning the gutters
Straightening the house
Sweeping, mopping, vacuuming (I hate those chores with a passion. Not sure why.)
Errands (the bank and the cleaners)
Returning stuff to Home Depot and Menards
Continue working on the bathroom or basement

What fun.

Well, this is what I mean. It would have been great if David could have done a bunch of stuff on the bathroom and the basement. But, truth be told, the leaves had to be raked. Again. And the groceries had to be bought. I had to go to the cleaners. (This week, I managed to seriously stain ALL THREE pairs of dress pants I own - one right after the other. I have to wear a skirt to work on Monday because I will have no pants.) And the bank.

And we had a productive day. It was good. I did those three errands. D raked, did the returns, and bought us a new tall ladder so were no longer the moochers on the block. I straightened. David helped.

And then we crashed on the couch at 2:00, ate lunch, and watched dumb TV for an hour and a half. And then he disappeared into the basement (last I heard, he was trying to play some flute-thing... no idea...), and I decided to clean up the kitchen. And then I messed it up again to make an apple pie. With a brown sugar crumb topping. I'm pretty happy about that.

But look at how much on that list didn't get tackled today. Sigh.