I’m a good wife- no doubt about it. “Housewife” on the other hand well, let’s just say I’m a better house-building-wife than domestic goddess. There just always seem to be about a million things I’d rather do than ‘tend house’. So you can imagine how thrilled I was to get up this morning to find the basement flooded from the massive storm that blew through in the last twenty four hours.
Ever the optimist (or irresponsible as I can get away with, take your pick) I decided that I’d deal with it later in the day, since it was still raining and pouring into the house, and in the meantime would work indoors on the site. I had, after all, already loaded up my favourite podcasts and was ready for a day of politics and lime plastering. So I headed to the site, happy to put my worries to the side for ten or twelve hours.
Ya. No such luck. The site was flooded worse than the basement, which I might have guessed since our road is washed out. I got into the house to find buckets floating, bags of lime submerged, power tools underwater… So the priority quickly became to try to find all of the tools and get them out of the water, then get the few bags of lime that were stacked high enough to have avoided the flood to the shop, dump the wet bags of lime into buckets to prep before it was too late, check out the road to see what sections were above water… Went far enough that the water was to my knees and a mama duck and her ducklings swam across the road before deciding to turn back. There’s no way we’re going anywhere anytime soon.
After that bit of excitement, went downstairs and salvaged what I could. Fortunately I keep a lot of stuff in plastic buckets and totes. Couple of mattresses that I had to haul upstairs but that’s about the extent of it. Apart from the carpet that will have to be torn out, which’ll have to wait until the water is drained… Which’ll be… any day now?
Right, back to my point about housework. So I’m stuck indoors and out of
excuses reasons I can’t possibly fit in housework (I don’t mind putting in a 14 hour day if it keeps me from dishes) and bah- there’s a ton of crap to be done! How the heck did it get so bad? Like laundry- I hardly ever look in the laundry room. I wear the same work clothes all week and I do a wash at the end of the week- easy peasy. I’ve done five loads so far today, and I’m not done yet. It would seem Mr. I-need-five-hundred-pairs-of-socks hasn’t checked the laundry room recently either. Holy cow!
And then just the general ‘stuff’, what the heck??? I can’t believe people do this regularly. I’d tear my hair out. I am so not cut out for this. Silver lining- I’ve been blaring music to keep me going, which is a nice change because I’m too cheap to replace my MP3 player that won’t play my M4As so I don’t normally listen to music during the day. Blues, naturally, because it’s that kind of day. And it’s bringing me back to childhood memories of when I wanted to be an old black man, so I’m getting my groove on even while managing to sulk (ever so talented I is).