The trouble with housework
Saturday, January 09, 2016
Well, the trouble with housework is that I don't like it. Not that I do much, I'm a housework minimalist, you might say. Lick and a promise? Forget the promise, I don't even INTEND to go back and finish it, I mean do it more thoroughly. I can think of much more exciting ways to spend my time, like playing with the cat or logging my carbs.
Housework must be quite good exercise, all that lugging of furniture and bending and stretching must add up to something. My exercise at the moment, though, mostly consists of walking 10K steps a day (which reminds me, I owe yesterday about 3K steps, oops) and housework, while it wears me out, doesn't have much scope for a lot of steps. I don't even have to vacuum any more since I've bought a robot that does that loathsome job for me.
So on housework days, like today, I find I not only have to wear myself out with housework (it's 11.40am and I haven't started yet, except for pressing the button on the robot) but go out for a walk too.
I feel so virtuous about this.