Every once in a while I cook an elaborate breakfast. Today, it was French toast. With the last loaf of bread, almost no maple syrup, but plenty of cinnamon and a tiny sprinkle of sugar. And some peameal bacon ha.
I don’t really enjoy the role of housewife anymore. But this is where I am and what I’m doing for now so I may as well plug along and Just Do It, as Nike has been preaching to use since they invented this phrase. (And it’s the best phrase ever, isn’t it!)
I’ve been doing other things too. Not write romantic stories with adult content unfortunately, because I do need time, quiet, and no interruptions for that to happen, which is a foreign concept to the
inmates residents in this household…
Don’t worry, they’re coming… I have some that just need a bit of tweaking. 🙂
I’m calling the members of this household inmates in good fun, namely because the politicians are continuously punishing everyone who isn’t being a covidiot in order to ‘flatten the curve’ or whateverthefuck they’re calling it these days.
The curve in Toronto and surrounding area is spiking again. Not all, in fact, not even most of the confirmed cases are coming from schools which only just began very recently. My son’s high school started with half day in classes on Thursday and alternating the cohorts – his first day was virtual and his second day, Friday, was in class.
On Saturday we got the first letter from the school – a confirmed case from a Thursday class has already impacted a classroom (not my son’s).
And so it begins…
Anyway, I am anxiously not looking forward to winter. More indoor activity and more threats by politicians to keep the gatherings small blah blah blah. We do it all – we follow protocol, we stick to those within our bubble, we wear masks, we wash hands and all the rest of it. No one I know is sick or, if they are and test, they end up negative.
It’s all good.
But it’s not all good. Because we continue to be forced back indoors and I’m sick of this house, this family, everything. I mean, I love them dearly but ugh…can we have some space from each other?
All this has caused me to start the decluttering process in earnest. Here’s proof:
Instead of dealing with a garage sale which no one is offering to host on our driveway (because that would mean they would have to do the work of selecting what to sell, and invite arguments with me because I think we should get rid of 77% of all contents in this house and they think it’s more like 7%), I decided to just start giving stuff away for free.
Children’s books for instance.
We live in neighbourhood full of kids. Our street is on the foot path of a major park with pebble beaches, bike trails, playgrounds, small forests and fields, and so many people are walking by our house regularly to get to the park’s entrance. Especially on summery weekends.
The picture above shows this morning’s load I put out. I had other stuff out yesterday as well (Saturday) and about half was gone by evening.
Here’s a close up of the note I put on the lid of the bin:
It seems to be working.
My aim is to go through my daughter’s knicknacks when she’s busy with virtual school and get rid of some of that stuff as well. We really REALLY need to reduce the amount of stuff in this house. No time like the present.
There are other, more precious items we have piled along a wall in the basement that my partner is listing on Kijiji. He’s having quite a bit of luck getting rid of some of it, but I have limits as to how long we can wait. Some things, like a juicer he bought and used maybe 3 times, is still sitting there in the original box, and it’s been about 2 years since he tried to get rid of it.
Anyway, that’s what’s happening here. My daughter has not yet started school (grade 8 virtual) but my son is busy with two subjects for the first quadmester and so far, things are good (enough). Even the college classes my partner is teaching (Aeronautics and Computer Applications) are going well despite some of the foreign students being stuck in places like Africa or Hong Kong. They are logging on at 3 am their time to participate in class… talk about a new normal.
And so we begin the trek toward the first winter season of coronavirus. Who knows what’s next.
All I know is I’m looking forward to January. That is my self-imposed deadline to begin my life as an individual again, hoping that the puppy will finally be house-trained, and the kids well integrated into their new routine. Once that happens, I’ll be able to return to my mom’s for extended stints of writing in peace, with or without child or dog.
Until then…I’m here housewifing I guess.