It’s a woman thing, isn’t it?
I can’t JUST go have a bowl of cereal.
No, first I walk in to the pantry to get it out and, while I’m there, notice that there are still clothes in the washer that need drying. But there are also diapers in the dryer from last night that need to at least be taken out first, if not sorted and put away.
That finally done (not the putting away part, I managed to procrastinate that some more. It IS still Sunday, after all.), I can actually remove the cereal from the pantry and bring it to the counter.
But as I reach in the cupboard to get a bowl, I notice how sparse it is looking in there and that makes me open the dishwasher, which leads me to putting soap in and getting that ready to run. (Just as soon as I finish my bowl of cereal. You know, if I can ever manage to START my bowl of cereal.)
Of course if I’m starting the dishwasher then probably the counters need wiping and that requires putting a few more things away first and next the floors will need sweeping, and . . . sometimes, I think it would be nice if I could just think like a man.
Hungry. Make food. Eat.
Life could be so simple.
Filed in: just life | April 12, 2009
Nat2
This is so accurate it makes me laugh out loud. Except I notice it more when I have to do certain household tasks. The laundry shuffle is the best example–you can’t just endlessly stuff loads of laundry into the dryer (wouldn’t that be great? And then it shoots the laundry out of the other end already folded into the waiting dresser drawers). Or I want to cook something but first I have to wash the dishes. Then while I’m washing them someone poops so I have to take care of that. Then while I’m helping that kid get settled into a bath, someone else needs me to tape up something. Then I finally get back to the dishes. Then I’m too tired to cook anything at the end anyway.
But when I want to eat a bowl of cereal, I go at it like a man. I don’t let anything get in the way! Especially household chores. (Wait, there are no clean bowls or spoons. Sigh.)
Rachelle
I HEAR YA!
stephanie
Yeah. It’s kind of like the not-so-fun version of If You Give a Mouse a Cookie. It’s a miracle that we moms ever manage to eat. Well, eat anything other than the leftovers we scavenge off our kids’ plates.
ginabad
Yea, I have this problem too. Problem is it makes me grumpy at my hubby, who always says, “Why can’t you just got a bowl of cereal and EAT it??” Sigh…