Having lunch with old friends recently, I was told that I am not very feminist because of being super excited about my new 'Hoover' coming today. It is actually a Sebo but I was raised in the seventies and we called all vacuum cleaners 'Hoovers' back then. My friends did point out that it is a difficult one, as the pandemic has shifted us back to the 1950's, with most of the housework and childcare falling to the women of the household.
After two years of slogging it out doing all the chores at home while my brood work on 'proper jobs' and uni work around me, I have decided that I might as well enjoy my new role and upgrade my tools accordingly. 'A bad workman blames his tools' you might say and you would be correct because even though I am now the 1950's housewife in my household, I am not a very good one. I am quite slapdash and happy for the house to look overall clean and tidy. There are spider webs up high in the nooks and crannies, plus plain old free-range ones but housework is time consuming and back-breaking enough when having to do the daily grind of washing up, washing clothes, cooking, cleaning the bathroom, 'Hoovering', mopping, gardening and tidying up without the added job of Spring cleaning too.
My new Sebo should arrive any minute now and I am sitting typing this by the window, waiting to hear the delivery driver pull up outside in almost desperate anticipation. The reason I am so ectastic is that I have ordered a pink, Barbie style, upright Sebo, which I know doesn't sound very feminist at all but I can't wait to crank up the music, change into something fabulous and blitz the dust, vrooming through the rooms, embracing my choice.
sometimes in the market getting groceries ,feeling rushed I at times look at the other woman & say why is it our work is never done ,the same old duties,she agrees we have a laugh & back to slapping the groceries in the cart. For that brief moment in time communicating with someone else that feels the same somehow I feel refreshed as crazy as that sounds !