The rotten thing about working full time and having a house is that things like laundry and general housework have to be done in the evenings or on the weekends. Although I’ve made my choice to work full time until the baby comes, and then I plan to work (write) part time from home, I still envy women who can stay home more often during the day. I wish I could just relax with Kevin in the evenings instead of feeling like there’s always things to do (boring things, like scrubbing the floors). And that’s what I did last night after dinner and dishes: I swept and vigorously mopped the entire downstairs (all our flooring downstairs is tile and wood laminate). While I did this, Kevin worked on our taxes. But I did interrupt him once to help me with the chicken.
Okay, I have a confession to make. I’ve always been grossed-out to touch raw meat. I know that sounds really immature and childish, but it’s true. (At least I’m an honest person!) Since being married, I’ve greatly overcome my grossed-out-ness (is that a word?). I don’t even use rubber gloves anymore, which is a major accomplishment.
Last night I prepared a whole chicken to place in the crock pot for dinner tonight. This is the first time I’ve bought a whole chicken. Usually I buy one already cut up or (most often) boneless, skinless chicken breast. After unwrapping the chicken, I realized that I would have to reach inside of it to pull out the giblets. Suddenly the room started to spin about me. It was too much for me to handle. So I called Kevin to come to my rescue. He rolled his eyes, reached in the chicken with his bare hand, and did the job. [Sigh of relief!] It’s so nice to have a husband who doesn’t share my weaknesses.
Later on in the evening, I started feeling a lot of pain in my lower abdomen (probably from all the vigorous mopping!). Kevin told me to lay down with the remote control and he would finish the ironing, which was my last project for the night. After some channel surfing, I went back and forth between the Food Network and the home decorating/ home improvement shows.
A: “This will be my downfall, when I’m home more often. I’m afraid I’ll become addicted to these shows and watch them all the time.”
K: “It’s better than soap operas, I guess.”
A: “Maybe I can make a rule for myself: I will allow myself to watch these shows only when I’m doing the ironing. That’s a great idea, isn’t it? [snicker] Then you’ll always have your shirts pressed.”
K: “Yeah, I’ll probably always have everything pressed. My underwear too!”