a few scary truths

So it's been 1.5 months in my new lifestyle. I've read more books, taken more naps, run more errands and crafted more than ever. I've created a sort of routine and am planning more consistent activities. It's been a struggle to adjust. I think the biggest surprise is the guilt I feel for not working outside the house. Well that and this overwhelming hatred of housework. I can put things away, I can organize. But then it comes to the lets-get-the-mop time and suddenly anything is more important. I'd be more apt to tattoo myself with a vegetable skewer and beet juice extract than clean the oven. Okay probably not really but it was a good way to underscore the point that I believe housework is an evil curse. It would be nice to have just a dusting of that "everything must sparkle or I cannot sleep" gene. Not so much that I need medication, but just maybe a freckle or two.

Ah well. Maybe tomorrow will be the day that my counters will gleam and my floors will look like new! Or maybe my vegetable juice tramp stamp idea will become a reality.