but I do bad housework. When I dust, it gets pushed around like peas on a kid’s plate. When I vacuum, the dust puffs up into the air and I leave marks on the white baseboards. The mirrors are streaky. I get distracted and forget to put back the furniture in its right spot. I can’t figure out what to do with the clothes and then people don’t like what I do do with them, like leave them on the beds and stuff. Yep, I’m bad at it.

Then I say, hey, let’s hire someone to do this stuff. And I get looked at like, “what’s wrong with you?” and then I go on strike as to tasks. Meaning, forget the laundry and then people have to re-wear their underwear. See what I mean?

I should be doing some sort of housework right now, and instead, I’ve crept upstairs with my laptop where I sit on my unmade bed and write this.

There is a reason for this. I am miffed. Do you like that word? I do. It’s kind of ladylike, like your lady with the duster thingie. I’ll get over it. And maybe make the bed.