Ms. Domestic at 22 years
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Saturday Morning, wake up at 7:30am. No alarm clock needed, biological alarm clock on time for work. Get up, put bedsheets in the washer.
Have a cup of coffee on the balcony. Check emails. Reply to some emails. Check blog stats. Eat breakfast. Wash dishes from breakfast. Shower.
Fill bucket with warm soapy water. Wipe tables and other dusty areas. “Windex” bathroom mirror. Empty
bucket of dirty water. Rinse and ring out cloth. Hang cloth to dry. Vacuum floors. Fill bucket with clean water. Mop floors. Empty bucket. Rinse bucket. Place bucket upside down in bathtub to dry. Rinse mop and ring mop. Leave mop outside on balcony to dry.
Get changed for the day. Plan to buy a new pair of boots for fall. Hang out bedsheets to dry.
Go to grocery store. Buy enough food for dinner tonight and tomorrow. Go to butcher get meat for dinner tomorrow. Look in a few shoe stores. Don’t find anything I like. Or what I do like is 300 Euros.
Go to another grocery store. Get some bread.
Go back to the apartment. No new shoes. Change into comfy clothes. Unpack groceries. Have a juice on the balcony.
Peel potatoes. Cut potatoes and onion. Put chicken and potatoes in oven. Eat dinner. Wash dishes from dinner.
Read emails and other people’s blogs. Talk to Dad on Skype. Talk to a friend on Skype.
Set up the ironing board. Iron the pillowcases. (Who actually does this anyway?). Iron 3 pairs of pants and a jacket. Put ironing board away. Put bedsheets on the bed. Think about my mom and how she will be doing the same things in Canada today (with a 5 hour time delay).
Go to computer to look for recipe for tomorrow’s dinner.
Ponder what other 22-year-old girls are doing on their Saturday night.
At least you didn’t include “drink a whole bottle of wine by myself” in that. Then you’d know you were in trouble
That’s a good one. I should have included that at the end, just for the humor of it.