Have any of you delegated more duties to others in the family as a result of your writing? I sure have. The kids are fourteen, eighteen, and nineteen. I think they should be able to handle getting their own laundry baskets to the laundry room, don't you? Well, for some odd reason they can't seem to master that trick.
I went on a tirade yesterday. Five FULL hours of drill-sergeant Tess getting things back in order. Dust bunnies died in sacrifice to my rampage. Shelves were cleaned off---why the heck do they think they can sit their empty Coke cans on their bookshelves? I found stuff under the fourteen-year-old's mattress. No, you don't want to know--but it wasn't porn. He says he can go to the Internet for that.
Yeah, and he's getting a lap top for his birthday this coming month. So you can bet
your sweet butt I'll be locking down the parental controls. He thinks he is so smart. Well, he is...but...just saying'.
The main problem with the cleaning was my discovery that no laundry had arrived in the laundry room for me to tackle at the rate I believed it should have. The rule is that once their hamper is full, they MUST take it to the laundry room and dump in the hampers there so I can get to the laundry between writing and editing. But laundry seemed to be trickling in a handful at the time. Odd when my kids change clothes at least three times a day.
So closer examination revealed that their hampers were not full. But! The clothes were PACKED into the hamper--a little trick they learned. When the clothes are just tossed in, the hamper appears fuller faster, doesn't it? Then there were the items under the bed and in the bottom of closets to deal with too.
I did SEVEN loads of laundry yesterday. And none of it was mine.
But once all the dusting, sweeping, mopping, bleaching was done, I felt like that little woman on Poltergeist (the movie) who declared, "This house is clean."
And it better stay that way too! Drill-sarge Tess can be conjured up in a heartbeat.
Hope everyone is having a great summer!