Housewifery

It has been many years since the whole house has been my responsibility.  To cook, clean, launder and such.  I now know that I did not praise my better half nearly enough for keeping all this stuff off my plate when I was working full time as a school principal.  Now my devoted house husband has the knee from Titania and is fluffed up in bed all day, except when I get to put he and the "knee from hell" through their Physical Therapy routine, which appeals to my sadistic side!  

He worked full time too, until the past few months and yet found time to keep the washing done, clean the kitchen to the point where I could never find anything, scrub and re-organize the garage, daily, and generally picked up and put down whatever needed pickin' up and puttin' down.  I took advantage of his ADHD and let him househusband to his heart's content.  It's alot to live up to and except for the garage thing, I'm keeping up (barely).  

What I need is a good case of ADHD to get this crap done!  And, oh, by the way, did I say that I've ALWAYS HATED HOUSEWORK!!! It can go without saying that I am not Suzy Homemaker, or Mikey Househusband, but I'm keepin' up and hangin' in.  

Thank god for the blues.  Me and Big Bill Broonzy are off to grocery store then a whip around to the bank, post office and local wine vendor.  Back to sheets and dust, then dishes and doodah...throw in a PT session and the icegirl cometh and you can call it whine time again!  Ah retirement, not for the faint of heart!