ramblings of a housewife
Oy, I hate housecleaning.
I really hate vacuuming the stairs. Pain in the ass. Note to self: no carpet on stairs ever! Chet thinks carpeting is an abomination as it is, so someday this just might not be an issue. I'm neutral on flooring in general. I needs to look good with the decor, but I'm more about ease of cleaning and how much damage it can take. Thus pergo shall win when the day comes.
We're talking about a smaller place when the lease is up here. We should be able to get closer to his work for less money if we downsize. Oh how I dread it. Two only childern living together need their spaces and one of us will have to give up theirs, if not both. It would be nice to have less to clean. Also, Chet and I feel more distant since his office and the den (where I usually am) aren't within shouting distnce. In the old place, we could yell down or up to the loft. Anyway, we're just going to need cheaper.
I generally like not working, but Virgina Woolf was right, a woman needs a bit of her own money. That's the part that kills me. I really need a little mad money and I know it would relax Chet if I could take some of the finical burden off of him. Subbing would be perfect. Stupid state.
Didn't exersice today, rest day. Didn't check wieght/ BMI either. Had French bread with Nutella for breakfast (not letting the bread go to waste), going to have soup for lunch.
Last nights paella was an improvment, but still needs... something. Chet managed to ruin the Paella pan by leaving water in it over night. Easily replaced the next time I want to try it again.
And thus ends today's rambling.
I really hate vacuuming the stairs. Pain in the ass. Note to self: no carpet on stairs ever! Chet thinks carpeting is an abomination as it is, so someday this just might not be an issue. I'm neutral on flooring in general. I needs to look good with the decor, but I'm more about ease of cleaning and how much damage it can take. Thus pergo shall win when the day comes.
We're talking about a smaller place when the lease is up here. We should be able to get closer to his work for less money if we downsize. Oh how I dread it. Two only childern living together need their spaces and one of us will have to give up theirs, if not both. It would be nice to have less to clean. Also, Chet and I feel more distant since his office and the den (where I usually am) aren't within shouting distnce. In the old place, we could yell down or up to the loft. Anyway, we're just going to need cheaper.
I generally like not working, but Virgina Woolf was right, a woman needs a bit of her own money. That's the part that kills me. I really need a little mad money and I know it would relax Chet if I could take some of the finical burden off of him. Subbing would be perfect. Stupid state.
Didn't exersice today, rest day. Didn't check wieght/ BMI either. Had French bread with Nutella for breakfast (not letting the bread go to waste), going to have soup for lunch.
Last nights paella was an improvment, but still needs... something. Chet managed to ruin the Paella pan by leaving water in it over night. Easily replaced the next time I want to try it again.
And thus ends today's rambling.