More Real Housewives

21 Dec

Because you see, while you’re busy ideating, communicating, spinning sentences into webs of understanding and outreach, the chores don’t go away. So there you are, your wonderful self, doing all these things like researching black feminist thought, organizing resistance movements, investigating the origins of Women of Color, documenting the oral history of the Partition, speaking as a panelist, constructing a sphere of influence around your persona, learning, teaching, sharing, writing, and still, the piles of laundry are unmoved. With the patience of stoics, they wait, to be washed, dried, folded, ironed, closeted away; and the dishes sit heavy in the washer, parked until removed and stashed away; and there’s no telling your bed linen to get a move on and do a DIY job, because it needs your keyboard-focused fingers to fold the shams and fluff the pillows, and crumbs are spilled and countertops splashed and the business of getting dirty-clean-dirty spins in endless cycles every day.

Your plants beg for a drink. Your carpet dreams of a dalliance with the dustbuster. Your car could do with a nice soapy scrub. They don’t care who you are, or what you do, they’re not cleaning themselves up, or putting themselves away, and will outstare and outsit you in every possible battle of wills until you finally relent and tackle them darn chores. For all your fabulousness, and even if you divide and conquer, there’s always that laundry list of things to do around the house that keeps you grounded, with the possible aim of marinating your ego in some well-deserved mediocrity. Amplify that times a thousand, and enter children. But we won’t even go there for now.

Hausfrauness: dripping dullness into the scintillating everyday, one reincarnated house chore at a time.

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11 Responses to “More Real Housewives”

  1. maidinmalaysia December 21, 2012 at 2:32 am #

    one way street housework and with kids it turns into a tunnel … and the light shining is the dimglow of the laptop which now reads orangejammiesdotcom

  2. RS December 21, 2012 at 11:58 am #

    You just summed up the story of my life. I need a real job. One where I wear high heels and lipstick and zoom away in my car every morning. Sigh.

  3. Orange Jammies December 21, 2012 at 7:48 pm #

    maidinmalaysia: Aww!

    RS: You’re alive! I thought it was Death by Tinda.

  4. Null Pointer December 22, 2012 at 8:46 am #

    dear OJ, don’t stop. Right you are that hausfrauness will thrive despite us. Don’t stop the things that won’t. With apologies to Lady Angelou –

    Below mountains of grease
    And overcooked lentils
    Wearing hot pink rubber gloves
    Scrubbing, I’ll rise.

    Folded between layers
    Of grass stains and stomach bugs
    Ratty seams of their fabric
    Can’t muffle my cries.

    Does my domesticity scare you?
    Or is it these scars on belly tires?
    ‘Cause beneath my silk pashminas
    Are stains immune to lies.

    You may shoot me with your wallet
    You may cut me with your perks
    Like dust on magic carpets
    Still, I’ll rise.

  5. MomWithaDot December 24, 2012 at 9:55 pm #

    This is sooooooooo true of my life, I’m wondering if you live in the house that has 3 windows that stare into my living room.

  6. Orange Jammies December 31, 2012 at 7:28 pm #

    Null Pointer: More Angelou! “I”m a hausfrau, phenomenally. Phenomenal hausfrau, that’s me.” 🙂

    MomWithaDot: All of us, hon. Or at least a huge, honkin’, chunky slice of the populace. Even my mum with domestics milling about her isn’t rid of it.

  7. Aunty G. January 3, 2013 at 3:10 am #

    This is precisely why,
    Though i stopped by,
    Couldn’t comment
    December totally spent
    In functions that couldn’t be given the go-by!

  8. Dancing Fingers Singing Keypad January 3, 2013 at 12:18 pm #

    So true! It’s a tussle to balance everything. Loved the ending: “Hausfrauness: dripping dullness into the scintillating everyday, one reincarnated house chore at a time.” 🙂

  9. Orange Jammies January 8, 2013 at 11:41 am #

    Aunty G: I hear you, I do
    What you speak is so true
    Without reason or rhyme
    There flies the time
    And the month is through!

    DFSK: 🙂 Why they don’t send us to professional juggling school is what I want to know.

  10. dipali55 January 18, 2013 at 12:35 am #

    Wottodo???
    It be there.
    It needs to be done:(

  11. Orange Jammies January 21, 2013 at 12:12 pm #

    dipali55: Unless, of course, one is Mary Poppins. I’ve watched that clean-up scene with increasing wistfulness in my adulthood. 😦

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