Happy No Housework Day?
Denise on BlogHer's Facebook page announced, "Happy No Housework Day!" Not that she is celebrating the day properly. Not that I am any one to judge.
I've had my own very (very very very) tortured relationship with housework. On one hand I love housework; I said once that every essay I write could begin, "I am washing the dishes. I am washing the dishes again." And in this daily task is often a kind of meditative calm that I desperately long for when I'm too busy to wash the dishes (or too busy to wash the dishes contemplatively).
Today is such a day. Too busy for housework, though indeed I will do some, I suppose, thank goodness I have people in life who take so much of the load from me. I can never decide, do I love to do housework? Do I value creating more; writing and painting colors on walls and growing things in the garden?
I'm not good at prioritizing housework, though I maintain I can do it beautifully when I want to. I just care more about so many, many things. How do you feel about housework and Happy No Housework Day!? Does this seem like something worth celebrating to you -- and in what context would you celebrate it? Liberation, or longing? Guilt, or gaiety?
(Yes I used the word "gaiety." I guess you can tell I've been reading 18th-century poetry instead of doing housework today...)