Every woman needs a job. No not for the economic independence and the “respect” accorded to work outside the home( or whatever term it was that they spouted out during diversity class – sorry Dr Bell I think I must have drifted off during that one) . I am not trying to demean the extremely hard work mothers do ( but then they are not women, they are super-human, I know I have one of em myself).
I am totally indubitably convinced of the non-work aspect of it. Because there is only so much you can do at home. Only so many times can you fold the clothes- the really messy stuff can be put away into the closet and the door closed tightly- every time there is a spill, you just push it back in- and firmly shut the door again, or else the toxic leak of washed but unfolded stuff will start percolating into a perfectly nice apartment shrieking to be folded and kept in place, a task which even the most “I-have-NOTHING-to-do-except-read-and-re-read-1999-Reader’s-Digest’s” people will find difficult to tackle.
So locking clothes away and taking a leisurely bath( or two- in case the first was a 20 minute shower as opposed to a 36 minute soak- spent with a newer Reader’s Digest- so used to the bathroom that its pages are getting unglued at the spine- fascinating how the washing of the human anatomy can lead to such a fruitful discovery of the anatomy of literary works) is in order. But the problem is that only a few hours are spent thus.
One can set targets of cleaning(anything but the closet, I aver). Daily targets. But the kitchen- now that it has had the once over- where even the stove top was not spared a serious scrubbing and washing and polishing- now takes something like 19 minutes- I challenge you to apply more of your time in a 2x4 all-modern-conveniences equipped space. And the restroom, really does not get that dirty. Even if you clean, de-scale( not I think I will be de-enameling the shower if I do anymore) every alternate day. Spend another 20 minutes or so there.
And cooking does not take time either. Not for two people it does not. Not even if you create unique soups and fricassees- after looking them up on the net( it is another thing they almost totally are unmitigated disasters). Say another 45 minutes there.
A nap, yes but you need to be sleepy. A novel- no use if you devour the stuff by the kilo( not my words, Kalyan’s) and have finished the little thrillers lying around- you know this IS a VACATION so all serious reading is out of the window for a while.
And that leaves the internet. But the appy lappie needs her rest too- more than I do. Her keyboard had been getting increasingly erratic about “I” and “e” but now all seems fine- she requires the rest cure. ( I need an unrest cure- any suggestions)
Well and there is only so much one can write also. So yawn, yawn, am off to making cabbage and bean soup- I know we will eat out again.
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