Playing House v. Keeping House
I dislike cleaning. I dislike cooking for myself. I dislike doing laundry. I dislike almost all things related to housework.
I would much rather read or laze around than anything else.
So why is it then that when I see things like this kitchen set, dishwasher, and washer/dryer, I'm immediately assailed with desire? I want.
What is it about them being toys that make them that much more palatable? Fun, even. I look at them and wish I could be seven all over again, playing "house." Yet, if I want the real deal, all I've to do is look around my own house. My own mess. The dishes in the sink. The piles of laundry.
. . . And now that I've seen all the housework that awaits me this weekend, I think I'll go read. ;)
I would much rather read or laze around than anything else.
So why is it then that when I see things like this kitchen set, dishwasher, and washer/dryer, I'm immediately assailed with desire? I want.
What is it about them being toys that make them that much more palatable? Fun, even. I look at them and wish I could be seven all over again, playing "house." Yet, if I want the real deal, all I've to do is look around my own house. My own mess. The dishes in the sink. The piles of laundry.
. . . And now that I've seen all the housework that awaits me this weekend, I think I'll go read. ;)