I was told by one of my best friends, this would be a great way to waste my time with. Wasting time, something I used to hate to do, and now it seems it is all I ever do. I suppose being a Navy Wife, or any military wife for that matter, it's something we all learn to get used to. I don't want to get used to it though. I want my own life, not just the one I know within these four cracked, brittled, brick walls. Don't get me wrong, I love this life too, just not for 24 hours 7 days a week.
I can cook, and I can clean, and most of these chores I don't have a problem with. I say most because there are those few chores, that seem to be never ending. For example, the dishes. Doesn't matter how many times I scavenger the house looking for those hidden dishes my husband left about somewhere, the second I start the dishwasher, I come across it. The one dish, sitting there, taunting me with it's crusted foods and fork glued upon it. Do I stop the dishwasher and throw it in? No, I already played Tetris enough getting what I had to fit in there. Do I just let it sit there, and let it grow mold until my husband picks it up? No, by the time he even notices it is there, the plate would have started to decay. So the only thing left to do is either put it in the sink, and let is soak in soapy water, and wait for the dishwasher to be emptied, or wash the dish by hand, causing my hands to look like raisins, and probably chip several nails trying to peel the crusted food away from it's host. Usually I let it sit in the sink, and wait for the load in the dishwasher to be finished, but then my kitchen seems to never be as clean as I want it to be.
Then there is the laundry. I thought I changed clothes a lot, or I did until I saw how many times my husband changes in a day. This makes it very difficult to do laundry only once a week as I had planned. Instead I am doing laundry every other day, or so it seems. But the thing about laundry is there are so many steps to it. We all know the routine, wash, dry, fold, repeat. However, while trying to get other chores done in the mists of things, folding seems to turn into "throw clothes on spare bed, I will get to it later". Once the last load is out of the dryer and I enter the room where I have been storing all the clothes, I notice a huge mound of clothes teetering as my cat is happily playing "King of the Hill". Of course I sit there and fold for hours, shooing away my cat every 30 seconds. After several hours the chore is almost complete. I put the clothes away, but then my husband comes home later, he changes out of his uniform, throws it into the hamper, and changes into civilian clothes. This only adds to the hamper more, and then the last time he changes out of his civilian clothes and into his lounging clothes. Now the hamper seems to be half full, and i had just finished the laundry that day!
I don't mind the vacuuming, or the dusting, but the dishes and laundry seem to be all I ever do, because they never seem to end. When my husband comes home and changes into his lounging clothes, that is when I enjoy my life in these cracked, brittle walls the most. We sit together and watch TV, and even if that was what I had been doing previously in the day, it's so much better when I have someone to share my time with.
I hope to get a job soon, so I have a life outside the one I know as of now. Although, I know if I did get a job, my life now would just be added onto, because everything at home still needs to be done, and if I want clean clothes, and clean dishes, not clothes with the funk, and dishes with the gunk, I need to keep up with my life here on top of what I want outside.
Maybe a hobby would come in handy instead. I might pick up scrap-booking or pursue my photography. Anyway, we will see what I come up with, but for now, vacuuming awaits, and while I am at it, I might as well do a load of laundry.
~ Live, Laugh, Love
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