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Simple Delights
Ah, there is nothing like the shininesss and the smell of a cleaned window.
There is nothing like the freshness of a cleaned bathroom, either.
There is nothing like the content look on the dogs face you have just walked.
There is nothing like a folded pile of clothes, neat and orderly.
There is nothing like a couple of hoovered floors.
There is nothing like a raked garden path.
There is nothing like bringing in the hay my mother and my brother made themselves for the guinea pigs, helping my dear family out of a tight spot there because they surprisingly both did not find the time and it was going to rain.
There is also nothing like a cleaned kitchen, and if you had to clean it in it's entirety three times during the last two days, the more joyous experience for you to see it gleam.
I do assume there is also nothing like sorting out the laundry, probably to do with fresh smell of the all the clean garments.
There is nothing like rolling up an dozen pairs of socks, I daresay.
The garden still looks like a complete wilderness because my family has kindly left it for me to either not care about it at all, like they do, or to work in it these past three years, so now it is an endless source of those simple joys to me. The kitchen is now my domain and I get to bear the responsibility of keeping it clean, they kindly entrusted me with that. Although, my grandma does the washing up, my brother will sweep the floor when I bug him long enough. As for the rest of the house... Also my domain entirely, I can proudly an.
Thanks, family.
My emotions brim over at the richess of simple delights with which they do provide me every day and I cannot help but feeling immense gratitude for them showing me the traditional role of a good woman, to me, who has only ever known that of a modern woman who believes in sharing the household duties - all this helps me to prepare for the role of a good wife, who demurely and obediently scrubs and cleans, takes the blame, keeps things in order, unseen and unremarked upon - except when mistakes are made. Then, they do not hesitate but kindly point them out to me so I can improve my ways in the future.
Thank you, thank you.
Und drinnen waltet
Die züchtige Hausfrau,
Die Mutter der Kinder,
Und herrschet weise
Im häuslichen Kreise,
Und lehret die Mädchen
Und wehret den Knaben,
Und reget ohn Ende
Die fleißigen Hände,
Und mehrt den Gewinn
Mit ordnendem Sinn.
Und füllet mit Schätzen die duftenden Laden,
Und dreht um die schnurrende Spindel den Faden,
Und sammelt im reinlich geglätteten Schrein
Die schimmernde Wolle, den schneeigten Lein,
Und füget zum Guten den Glanz und den Schimmer,
Und ruhet nimmer.
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Seriously though - why on earth should the majority of household tasks fall to you? There is no reason I can think of & you ought to try for a fairer distribution of them! (Or, hire yourself out to other people as a cleaner & rent your own place on the money you'd make from spending that much time cleaning!)
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And I noticed in Glasgow that I started feeling down or more down than usual when I wasliving in an untidy environment. So I tidied the place up, and everything was fine. Well, in a flat with two rooms, a kitchen and a bathroom (and a hall), that's not particularly hard to do. Nobody could live in this house, as it is, believe me. :)
So now I am used to a neat, small, empty flat inhabited by two people, one of whom is tidy and the other is not untidy, and I come back to a full, stuffed house full of very untidy people. So either I can adapt and start ignoring things, or I die scrubbing. :D
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My mother is working full-time at the moment in her job (at home, though), and my brother goes to school - well, and since I am still on holidays, it is fair that I do the majority of the things.
Thing is - I would even have to do them if I weren't on holidays. And nobody, for some reason, does anything. I have started working with my brother, though, instructing him to do the simplest things (put his bleddy plates into the dishwasher, throwing away the wrapping of whatever he's eating, cleaning the pan he's used, etc.) and it's working out alright so far, but my mother... she won't set foot in the kitchen because she and my grandma quarrel incessantly if she's there, and that's dragging her down. She's already down most of the time, so it's probably for the best, but she does not even try. There are plenty of times when my grandma is not in the kitchen. That's when I get most of the stuff done.
Hiring myself out is a good idea. Hmm. I was thinking about simply making a list of what I am doing in the house and for how long I am doing it and presenting my dear parents with it to see how they react. It might also be quite instructive for my brother, so he can get an overview of what actually needs to be done. Hmm... Must think.
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Although I think it wouldn't get any tidier then.