26 November 2005

Play house


When I was young, free and single, I sometimes used to babysit for my friends. Or their kids, rather.


For one family in particular, I used to love coming to babysit their kids. Whether it be their firstborn, in their tiny student flat - or later, babysitting all three lovely girls in their terraced house, not far from where we're currently living. (These kids now babysit mine. A win-win situation! Here they are, admiring our firstborn, New Year's Eve almost 8 years ago...)

When the kids were tucked away in bed (and I'd finished reading an entire book and singing all the lullabies I knew), I'd play house... I'd pretend it was my house, my kids, and - more often than not - my mess. I didn't really bother about the mess I left around my own place, but these nights I'd tidy as if my life depended on it. Fold clothes, clear away all toys, put all books back in their shelves, do the dishes, vacuum the floor... Needless to say, my friends didn't mind having me over!

The thing is, though, I'm still at it. Playing house, that is. Because if I tidy & clean around here (mainly after being urged by my sweet hubby, who's a much better housewife than I am - without becoming a housewoman, I hasten to add!) - I mean really bring the house to shine - I feel like I've done a great part in a play, or performed well in some avantgarde theatre.


I feel I may not be taking housekeeping seriously! To think I should be doing this, voluntarily, without even considering doing such unhousely things as blogging first, on a daily basis, worries me. A little. If I think about it... I play "let's wear blinders/blinkers* and not see the mess" rather better than "let's do the chores first and then, if time permits, do other, not quite so necessary business, like blogging", I'm afraid...

*British and American. As they say, two (more!) nations divided by a common language...

6 comments:

Riannan said...

I wish I were more like you--I find it too easy to turn a blind eye to the mess, and have the blog as an excuse.

Maybe I should pretend it's playing house (double negative? positive?-pretend and playing.) Might make it more palatable.

Chloe said...

blogging is very serious and totally necessary for emotional well being, a bit like going to the gym but without smelly shoes. Housework is going to the gym, very boring indeedy!

Sam said...

Can I borrow those blinkers?

Scholiast said...

You may have the blinkers, my hubby'd be thrilled if I lost them...

I always did find chores & other boring work were a lot more fun if I pretended it to be a game - or even a World Cup (which I was winning, of course)...

Claire said...

Good for you for finding a way to make housework more palatable for you. Unfortunately I've never been into playing house. The world cup thing though... that might work. ;]

Siljemor said...

Ah, føler meg beæret over å bli både omtalt og avbildet i din blog...husker det som igår, at det var stor stas å ha deg hjemme - vi lekte med jenkaklosser til langt på natt, tvang deg til å vandre evinnelige turer på stuegulvet, og vi fortalte egne, syke historier til bildene i bøkene...man burde gjøre mer slikt.