PM has been an undomesticated git for the longest time.
I could thank Don Domeng very much for this, but recent change of events in the cat pen has forced things to go haywire. Our nanny dear has forgotten where our house is located and has not gone back since forever, which translates to a million domestic duties unattended.
Since then, PM would wake up thinking about chores to do. It was a good feeling really, especially when I learned how to cook breakfast for myself! I am terribly proud of myself.
That is one down on my non-negotiables list about dating. It includes only three: must know how to cook, is able to swim well, and must be able to drive. They are included because I cannot do them. But since I have forced myself to fry a couple of chicken nuggets, egg plants, and meat loaf, I think we are good with the cooking part – I can eat breakfast alternately with take outs.
It was horrible though, if you really put your back into it, doing all the house chores can seriously give body pains. Kulot and I would sweep and mop the floors, wash the windows and dishes, water plants, and cook breakfast. We would usually start at 9 and end up somewhere around 11, all beat up that we would usually have afternoon naps that we do not take in the past.
I think I appreciate Mother Goose more, as for our nanny dear, you will pay big if ever you find our house in the middle of the woods again.My right arm is sore like hell!
I have not done laundry though, I’m not sure how I would survive that. But then again, there is always the laundry shop, or I can wear leaves – I just have to choose huge ones.