Friday, April 29, 2011
Procrastination or Prioritizing? by Tamara Hogan
In addition to being the least spontaneous person on the planet, I prioritize. Ruthlessly. My "To Do" list is a short list of Everything Which Must Be Done, the non-negotiable stuff: self-care/health, work tasks, (day job and writing), family and personal commitments, finances, anything with a deliverable or deadline. If it's on the list, it gets done, no questions asked.
Anything not urgent or important enough to qualify for the "To Do" list gets put on the "Nice To Do" list instead - and it must be said that at Chez Hogan, home of two adults, two cats and no kids, household chores don't hit the "To Do" list until we're approaching grossout stage. Because really now, on my deathbed, will I regret not having spent more time vaccumning, or scrubbing the stovetop until it shines? I don't think so. If anything, I'm pretty sure I'll regret ANY time I've spent on these onerous tasks that wasn't strictly necessary.
My least favorite household task? Laundry. GAH. It's so...labor-intensive, with the pre-wash color sorting and Kleenex extraction, and the carrying the basket(s) to the basement utility room, the washing, the drying, the folding, the hanging up, the putting away. And I don't know about you, but I'm forever losing socks to The Secret Dryer Dimension - or perhaps I'm losing them for another reason altogether? Not that I'm accusing anyone of anything here, you understand. Just asking.
Thankfully Mark, having lived on his own for over a decade after college graduation, is very self-sufficient about laundry and has no expectation that I <shudder> do his. Actually, we learned long, long ago that our personal laundry processes are really quite incompatible. He, being 6'5" and always fighting leg and sleeve shrinkage, line-dries almost everything. Using actual wooden clothespins! How retro. ;-) I find line-dried clothes almost unwearably stiff and scratchy, and use the dryer for everything. So Mark does his laundry weekly, and I do mine either when I run out of socks and underwear, or when the laundry pile starts resembling something seen on the last episode of Hoarders: Buried Alive.
As long as no one's getting sick, it's all good.
Which household task do you most like or loathe? Why?