I know I’m supposed to complain about the various chores I have to do on the weekends, when I’d rather be reading or knitting or lying in the sun. And sometimes, I’m not feeling like vacuuming or dusting, to be sure.
But I get great satisfaction doing the “stocking up” chores. I like to grocery shop, so that our fridge is stocked with healthy food for the week. I like to do some baking so my husband has cookies to greet him after a long day as a UPS driver.
I like doing laundry so that our linen closet has piles of clean towels and so my kids have clean undies. (Kids are just cuter when they’re in clean undergarments, don’t you think?)
I like stocking up Jackson’s diaper area and filling his wipes box. I like making sure he’s got a drawer full of clean bibs. I like making sure all the garbages are empty and stocked with a clean bag.
I get joy out of these things, even if I’m exhausted at the end of my “off” days. (Note to self: these chores were much easier and took less time before you had a little one.)
I think it’s about battening down the hatches. I think I feel that if I’ve properly prepared my home, then the week can do what it will, I’ll at least be as ready as I can be.