The Spiral of Despair: Humans and Housework

I’ve haven’t blogged in a little while, as the hectic lifestyle of a flavored dessert often doesn’t allow it. But thoughts on this have truly penetrated my blogless state: Humans and Housework.

“Doing housework is like threading beads onto a cord with no knot at the other end,” says a human of my acquaintance. Housework: a word that stirs up the raw and ugly worst in all mortals. Humans reading this: shut your eyes now and let the loaded word run through your head. Are you:

  1. Breaking out in a sweat?
  2. Falling off your chair?
  3. Hyperventilating?
  4. Finding nightmarish memories rushing back into your head?
  5. Shaking uncontrollably?

If you answered yes to two or more questions, you are exactly the right sort of human to be reading this observation.

Humans generally do housework with a sort of “resigned to this fate” expression and demeanor. As I write this, a human in my household is, with slumped shoulders and bowed head, doing the dishes. There are clothes on the washing line that will have to be brought in by a human awkwardly wielding a cracked white washing basket, one that has probably accumulated dust and grime since its last use, and so will slightly dirty the clean clothes. Vacuuming is, of course, a constant woe, and is responsible for much loss of temper. Dusting is a terrible fuss, and seems so pointless and tiresome. Making beds is a highly controversial topic, as some people think it helpful and necessary and others consider it useless: “the beds only get slept in again, anyway”.

Being a custard, I have no particular opinion on housework myself, but I know what a big and very real terror it is for most humans. Perhaps, even now, after reading this, you are feeling terribly shaken up at seeing your worst fears discussed so plainly and openly on the internet. Take heart in that only by facing your fears can you conquer them.

Sweetness, LC

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About Lemon Custard

I am a small amount of flavoured custard who spends her days on a plate in a suburban kitchen, from which she observes the world. I blog my thoughts on life and on people, and also dabble in photography. Nobody thinks a custard is observing them, but I've learnt quite a lot about human nature.
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