This is from a text exchange Lily and I had yesterday and every person who has ever kept a house knows what I said to be true.
That 99% of housework only stays done for about five minutes.
You mop that floor and sure as hell, someone's going to drop an egg or a glass of juice or something on it. Or track something in which around here could easily be chicken shit.
You get the laundry gathered and sorted and washed and dried and folded and put away and guess what? The laundry basket's already half full again.
Or completely full, depending on factors such as how many people live in your house and how large or small or old or young they are.
It's goes without saying that as soon as the toilet's scrubbed, it's going to be used again immediately.
Wash the sink out? Make it sparkle?
Someone with the grubbiest hands in the world will, without doubt, come in and wash those grubby hands and leave the grit and dirt behind, not even noticing the fact that the sink WAS clean and now is not.
Nope. Not going to notice, not going to care.
I have no idea why I bother to make the bed although when I walk through that room it gives me a second of satisfaction, seeing it made up and smooth, ready for me to get back in it as soon as it is decently acceptable for an adult to go to bed. So I guess that's a good reason.
Dust? You must be kidding. Especially around here where the dust is, as I have said so many times before, black and practically greasy.
And cooking- well, of course we all know that you can start a soup or a stew at one o'clock in the afternoon and tend it like a needy newborn baby until dinner time at eight and in fifteen minutes, it will have mostly been consumed and you're left to wonder what you're going to make for supper tomorrow night.
While you wash the dishes and scrub the pot.
Ah well. This is the way it is. Not one damn thing from a clean floor to a light bulb to Michelangelo's David is going to last forever.
As St. George Harrison said, "All Things Must Pass" and the Bible might have said it too and probably Shakespeare and if I were really corny, I'd say that a couple of urologists have probably said it to a patient with a kidney stone but I'm not corny at all, as you know so I won't say that.
And honestly, sometimes it's sad and frustrating at how quickly things go undone that we have spent so much time doing but sometimes, it's as comforting as a freshly-made-with-clean-sheets bed to know that all things will indeed pass.
And just for the record:
Not only clean and freshly mopped but double-mopped. Ah! How I love the smell of Fabuloso and white vinegar.
And it's just waiting for Mr. Moon to come home and track in chicken shit.