Since this is my blog and I can post whatever incredibly boring thing I want to post, I decided a couple of weeks ago to post what a "typical" week looks like for me chore-wise. By "typical" I mean that I wasn't traveling or anything this week. I probably did more chores than I typically do simply because I wanted this post to look more impressive. It's like the Heisenberg uncertainty principle, but with dishwashers.
I called it "A week in Post-it notes" because I like to write to-do lists on Post-it notes, but then I ended up writing everything here instead, so the title is a misnomer but I'm leaving it anyway.
Please note that this recounting doesn't include getting my husband out the door in the mornings (which involves packing his lunch, heating up his breakfast, and driving him to the bus stop), or fixing my own little meals of leftovers or toast or whatever, or basic personal hygiene. I promise I showered at least a few times.
Monday, December 10:
- I washed and dried laundry, which took 2 hours or so altogether but only required about 15 minutes of concentrated effort. I don't sort my clothes or anything fancy like that.
- I unloaded and reloaded the dishwasher, which probably took about 20 minutes.
- I bagged up the kitchen trash and set it by the door to be taken out to the dumpster at some point. This only took a couple of minutes, but trash is really gross so I have to steel myself to touch it.
- I made chicken and pasta for chicken carbonara. This took 3 hours altogether but only perhaps 20-30 minutes of concentrated effort...checking on them as they cooked, cutting up the chicken, that sort of thing. Scott made the bacony stuff for the carbona. He volunteered, and I was tired, so I let him.
- I worked on balancing the budget. Scott helped with this too. I think I worked on this very inattentively for 30 or 40 minutes...I was Skyping at least one other person the whole time. (One other person besides Scott, who sends me numbers from his paychecks which I copy-paste into the spreadsheet).
Tuesday, December 11:
- I put away all the laundry I'd done the day before, which took 50 minutes altogether but only about 25 of actual work. I am not a fan of folding laundry.
- I unloaded and reloaded the dishwasher TWICE (two batches of fudge and a batch of chicken carbonara produce a lot of dishes), which took probably 10-15 minutes both times. The second time it was only half-full of dirty dishes, so at least I didn't have to run it twice.
- I washed all the dishes that couldn't go in the dishwasher. I don't know how long this took; I worked on it very lazily for a couple of hours, with much wandering off to do other things.
- I made a batch of egg muffins (with BACON instead of sausage), which takes about half an hour of prep and 30-40 minutes of baking.
- I took out the kitchen trash and a milk jug that was sitting by the door since forever. I did this on the way to get Scott from the bus stop, so it took about 10 seconds of extra walking and 2 seconds of lifting the dumpster lid and chucking the stuff in.
- I made a grocery list, which took 3 hours of very halfhearted effort. Maybe quarterhearted effort. Usually I make this on Wednesday and shop on Thursday, but I wanted to go to Wal-Mart while I was going to the library because they're in the same direction, and I always go to the library on Wednesdays.
Wednesday, December 12:
- It was 21 degrees when I dropped Scott off, so I went into my closet and switched out my short-sleeved shirts for long-sleeved shirts. This took only 15 minutes and did not require very much heavy lifting. I was surprised.
- I put dishes into the dishwasher throughout the day and finally ran it after dinner. I also partially scrubbed out the muffin tin from the egg muffins aforementioned. I hate scrubbing muffin tins, but muffin papers stick so dreadfully.
- I bagged up the kitchen trash AND the bathroom trash. Usually I do not have the psychological stamina for two bags of trash in one day. See, I have OCD. Some people with OCD are kind of germophobic, which I am not at all. But I do have this visceral tendency to view certain things as Contaminated. Trash is one of those things. I'm not afraid of getting sick from the germs. Just, if something is classed as "trash" by my brain I don't want to touch it or even come near it because that way lies uncleanness.
I did not take them out to the dumpster. I'm not that brave with my trash-touching.
- I went out to Wal-Mart and got the car's tires filled with air (for free!) and bought some stuff. Laundry detergent and things like that.
- I went to Aldi and got a bunch of food. An old lady scolded me in a friendly way for not wearing a coat. (Really, it was adorable.)
- I went to the library and dropped off a book that was due and picked up a reserve that had just come in that very day and browsed a little bit in the hopes of finding an interesting movie to watch with my husband. I was not successful in that last thing.
The last three points were all the same trip, but I list them separately so it seems like I did more.
- I had a migraine. This isn't very productive, but it took up a good portion of the afternoon, so it totally goes on the list. (Tylenol is magical, by the way.)
- I put all the groceries away.
- I made chili and cornbread, all by myself because Scott was tired. I was tired too, but I didn't feel like playing the who's-more-tired game, so I just made dinner my own self. Like a boss.
- I took the package of chicken breasts out of the fridge where I had put it in the hopes of making my husband deal with it. (Raw chicken is also Contaminated, in case you are curious.) And I dealt with it myself. Also like a boss.
- I helped my husband sign up for a free trial membership of Amazon Prime so we can procrastinate more in buying Christmas presents.
- In spite of much dithering, I managed to order Christmas presents for my mom and baby brother using Amazon. Mom's didn't have Amazon Prime shipping because the non-Prime listing was a better deal even with added shipping.
Thursday, December 13:
- I made cinnamon rolls, because it was St. Lucy's feast day and cinnamon rolls are totally Swedish, right? This took the whole morning, but I did other things while the rolls are rising and stuff.
- I cleaned my ears out with peroxide. This takes a while, so it goes up a level from "basic personal hygiene" to "chore."
- I unloaded and reloaded the dishwasher. This never ends, people.
- I cleaned the toaster oven, because it is annoying when you go to make toast and smoke comes out from all the gunk on the bottom.
- I went out to Kroger and Meijer and Aldi for groceries that I didn't get on Wednesday. (I went to The Other Aldi on Wednesday and they didn't have the right variety of bacon and stuff, so I went to my usual Aldi while I was at Meijer anyway.) I only had a few things to get at each store, so it didn't take long.
- I went to Target (it's right next to my usual Aldi) and get Christmas gifts for my sisters. I used a gift card left over from my wedding to pay for them.
- I unloaded and reloaded the dishwasher. AGAIN. It took longer than usual because I finished scrubbing the muffin tin and scrubbed the chili pot. I did not run it, because it was not quite full.
- I cleaned out the inside of the microwave, which was NASTY. It's my own fault for letting it go so long, but I still rewarded myself with a cinnamon roll.
- I STILL had a migraine. Tylenol was less magical than on Wednesday. Blah.
Friday, December 14:
- I cleaned a spot on my wedding dress to make sure the detergent Mari recommended wouldn't hurt it. (Mari made the dress, so she should know.) It didn't. Now I have to hand-wash the entire train and then figure out some more permanent way of storing this thing than "stuffed in a bag in the corner of my closet."
- I made two batches of fudge. The same notes from Monday apply.
- I cooked salmon a couple of times for eating. Including once for Scott.
- I took out a couple bags of trash that were sitting by the front door. There were two others, because on Thursday night Scott bagged up the kitchen trash AGAIN, but I didn't take those out because I can only carry so many.
- I finished loading up the dishwasher and started it.
- I felt generally run-down and awful, but less migrainey, so yay? (I felt better the next day, so I have no idea what my problem is.)
- I unloaded and reloaded the dishwasher. This seems to be the one thing I manage to hit every day, possibly because my kitchen is claustrophobically tiny even without dirty dishes in it.
- I handwashed all handwashables. I do not do this every day; usually I wait until we run out of steak knives. Then it looks like I'm preparing some kind of arsenal when I wash them and line them up on a towel to dry.
- I made my final batch of fudge for the 2012 baking season, which didn't turn out as well as I would have liked because I was tired and went to take a nap and then had to rush to cook the fudge so that I could take a 10-minute shower so that we could get out the door.
- I went to Confession and Mass, as did my husband. There's got to be some extra work-of-mercy points for taking your non-driving spouse to Confession, right? (I go way more often than I would without him, because he's so pitiful when he asks to please be driven to Confession that I can't resist.) We skidded in at 4:10 and were both shriven by 4:20, in plenty of time for 4:30 Mass. So I felt especially bad for yelling at my husband because I was running late. (I yell at him when it's his fault we're running late and when it's my fault we're running late. This is why I need Confession, y'all.)
- I made calzones for dinner, but it took forever because I didn't have time to start the dough before we left for church. I yelled at my husband again (because I was hungry and he was there). So much for Confession.
- I unloaded and reloaded the dishwasher again. I don't know if I ran it this time because I am polishing this post on Tuesday night and my notes don't tell me.
- I vacuumed the living room, which was really pointless because our fake tree shed fake needles everywhere not 5 minutes later.
- I moved the furniture around and got out our fake tree, which had been put in the closet in such a way that it could be pulled out easily. I was very pleased with my younger self. Then I sat and watched while Scott put the tree together. I would have helped, but he seemed to have it under control.
My family's tradition is to assemble and decorate the tree on Gaudete Sunday. Last year, Scott and I were too tired to decorate by the time we got the tree up (I can't remember why it was harder last year), so we put off decorating until Christmas Eve. This year we are doing that again just because it worked out pretty well last year. So apparently we have a tradition of our very own already, after 13 months of marriage.
So, that's my week. You might notice a sad lack of, you know, CLEANING THINGS. Let's pretend that normally I clean all the things and I was just busy with fudge-making this particular week.
Feel free to comment and tell me that you have 5 kids and do way more chores than I do. Or feel free to comment that you have 5 kids and do way less than I do but feel better about it now that I've set the bar so low. (I mean, if an unemployed, childless woman in a 600-square-foot apartment can't keep things clean, why should you?)