This morning Ann and I watched (from our warm snugglefest under the covers) as Adrian ran around the house desperately looking for an ironed shirt to wear to work. I thought "Geez, I guess given that I'm home all the time it would be only fair if I helped with his ironing occasionally". Eff! I need a job.
Fortunately, I never remember anything that occurs before nine. In university, my father would give me to-do-lists as he left for work in the morning. One of my besties- who stayed over a lot- would frantically repeat the list over and over in her head (litter, dishwasher, milk, litter, dishwasher, milk...) until I was functional, because I would NEVER remember and then I would get in trouble for being useless. Anyways, then we headed off for a wonderful jaunt around Langford Lake with Ann's cousins and I forgot about housework and how much it sucks to be unemployed.
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