Friday, 28 December 2007
Poor Sisyphus... I'm starting to think I know how he felt.
I'm an organised person and a hard worker, but what does that count for when chaos runs against me and the work has no end?
The house wilfully slides into disarray on an almost daily basis, the two-year-old wreaks havoc without even meaning to (the worst havoc is preceded by the dreaded words: "I help"), the laundry piles up despite my obsession with seeing the bottom of the hamper... and I'm not even mentioning all the business-related work or household "admin" issues, or the fact that I'm actually meant to play with said toddler. There's no rest.
I grew up in a family of seven in a tiny old house, and I'm starting to see with alarming clarity why our mum sometimes declared there was absolutely no point in the struggle. "Why buy food?" she'd sometimes ask no one in particular. "It'll only get eaten."
I could carry on, but I have to go. Sisyphus needs help with this rock.