While that’s true, it has little do with this post. It’s just the song that is stuck in my head at the moment as I fulfill the drudgery that is known as housework.
I fought against it all day long and now here I am, at 10 PM when I should be getting to bed, cleaning the house. Where does this guilt come from? It makes me feel like since I spent the majority of the day reading and visiting IKEA, that I can’t simply sit and watch a movie like I’d planned. Instead, I have to go about putting my house back in order – doing dishes, doing wash, straightening up, finding things that got displaced by the living room makeover a home – at this hour.
There is something about my house being a wreck and things out of the places where they should be. It makes me feel off-kilter, somehow. I guess during the week I’m so busy running around and so tired that it doesn’t affect me as much. But now, I keep looking around and trying to figure out where things should be and feeling frustrated that I let it get this way.