Poem 27

 

Hot water and suds

Glasses, plates, mugs, crockery

Dishes never end

hello everyone,

i'm still short of stuff to say.......i have a couple of posts floating in my brain but they're not very well formed and i'm too tired to pull it together.
the weekend has been quite pleasant and sociable. yesterday was a wonderful day for the washing and after weeks upon weeks of bad weather it was a relief to get everything washed and dried painlessly.
we went to Na & Luigi's place both yesterday and today, so i've seen lots of the babies and enjoyed Na's company, the boys had fun playing on the Wii with Luigi and the Bug had a ball with our girls.
apart from the smell of the sun in our clothes i haven't managed to get a whole lot of housework done, so it seems that i face another week of starting from behind.......i'm good at that.

i'm not commenting too much of late but be assured that i read you all and you might as well marvel at the silence, it's rare you know :)


i'll leave you with a shot of my mob with their new cousins. this weekend it has been an absolute joy for me to watch my boys in rapture over the new little people, the pic doesn't capture it but one day it will be a reminder of times past.....

on second thoughts, this photo does manage to capture some of the pride and affection that is so touching to this sentimental mum

Housework Stuff

In some of my recent cyber wanderings I discovered that Stephen of "Home Comforts & Domestic Trivia" has me listed on his blogroll. Weird, huh? Cool, too.

This bloke has commented here just twice so while I am happy to see him visit I never would have imagined I would be on his blogroll. Never.

Not only that, but he is an aspiring domestic goddess (or domestic god as the case may be) and I am a domestic un-goddess.

I think I'm a domestic goddess when I get the laundry washed, dried and brought inside on the same day.

I think I am a domestic goddess when I can see the carpet through the dog hair.

I think I am the queen of domesticity if dessert is more inventive than ice cream.

Anyhow, in my quick squizz at Stephen's blog I noticed that he has a little knife fetish. Ah hah! Maybe I can aspire to domestic greatness after all because I, too, love a good knife. I don't have a lot of them, just one good set and a few of my very first knives rattling around in a drawer for picnics and holidays. I inevitably drool over the knives in the kitchen shops though and my kids can recite the fact that I would have bought "Global" knives if they had been the price then that they are now. (That's them in the picture, they were supposed to be alongside this paragraph but I just can't get it to work, the clock is ticking and I have to get up for work in the morning)

I also have a bit of "a thing" for glassware: platters, bowls, tumblers, stemmed glasses, vases.....

Then there's the collection of coffee mugs which I developed unintentionally but am kinda fond of. I wouldn't say that tablecloths make it into fetish territory but I can take a more than passing interest in them and would probably own many more than I do if it wasn't for the fact that the table is a difficult size.

Do you have a fetish? a domestic fetish that is? Do you, like Stephen, love to clean the fridge? Re-arrange furniture? Iron?

Sex and Housework

Ah, now this is a post I've had in mind for ages.
I keep seeing media reports telling men that there's some new study out which confirms that if they did more housework they'd get more sex.
It annoys me intensely.

Obviously lots of academics do lots of in depth studies to get this information but (and it's not the but you expect) it's missing the point.

Yes, if fellas did more housework their women would be less tired and perhaps more in the mood.
Yes, if women felt less burdened and less resentful they might feel more like a bit of partying.

So whats wrong with this theory? Its not all about housework.
A bloke needs to find out what his girl needs and give her that.I may be the only woman on earth who doesn't find a man doing housework a turn-on but I doubt it.

I read a book called "The Five Love Languages" It basically explains that people express love and feel loved in five ways:

• physical touch
• quality time
• gift giving
• acts of service
• affirmation

We all like all of them and we should all use all of them but everybody has a preference.

Housework is an act of service, so for a woman who wants affirmation the housework might be appreciated but it might also fall short of a turn-on. Sweet nothings, anyone?

On the other hand, if your sweetie favours acts of service as her love language a bit of washing up might be just what the doctor ordered !

I wouldn't want to discourage guys from pulling their weight on the domestic front and full on laziness will eventually be an irritation to anybody but I wish that housework wouldn't be presented as the Holy Grail. It's just not that simple.

Use all of the love languages and mostly use the one that is preferred by your partner.

PS: If the theory of love languages here doesn't give enough info post a comment....don't forget, someone wrote a whole book about it so my basic overview is bound to be a bit less than adequate.

OOLF: Mediterranean Chicken tonight...one to do again.