Entropy: Why housework feels pointless
We’ve all experienced it: frustration with entropy. The frustration when right after folding the towels, an infant crawls over and spreads them around the room. The exhaustion of cleaning
We’ve all experienced it: frustration with entropy. The frustration when right after folding the towels, an infant crawls over and spreads them around the room. The exhaustion of cleaning
If you’ve been around awhile, you know how I struggled for years to learn the habit of making my bed. Well, first I argued for years that it was
There is so much to keep track of at home. Not only does everyone want to eat three times a day, but the house also has a fast trajectory down
Cleaning and I have a complicated relationship. I am naturally a Messie. I can easily cultivate my oblivion to the state of my house as well as my disdain for
These are my husband’s request every birthday. It always makes me happy when he does, because I first made them as an inspiration, out of my pantry cupboards &
Baked chicken. Glazed carrots. Roasted potatoes. I had put dinner on the table. Wasn’t that enough for one day? To get up and then face the collection of plates,
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Years ago, when my third born was just a baby, I hated housework. I was torn between wanting to be a good, competent homemaker and thinking that the state of
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As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up? Personally, I always wanted a home to keep. I never wanted a career. I have only ever
I set the timer for fifteen minutes. Surely in fifteen minutes, I thought, I can make a difference in this room. The room was mine. The mess was an assortment