2005-12-09 - 10:27 a.m.

another week past...snow...housework..

I made it through this week. I taught 8 classes and forced my body out of bed every morning at 5:30am. Truth be told, *I* didn't do the forcing. K and I took advantage of the time difference - he called me at 11:30am German time every morning. We got our signals crossed, and he thought I was teaching today as well. Oops. The first words out of my mouth at 5:30am were a grumbled zerknaucht, "I don't teach today..." His only word was, "bye." Wow, it felt wonderful to curl up for another two hours of sleep.

The world is coated in SNOW! I love it. And I don't even have to walk in it! (except to the laundromat down the street).

My apartment is a mess and I really should clean it. But I'm reminded of Carol Channing's poem "Housework" from my favorite children's album "Free to Be, You and Me"

...
So, the very next time you happen to be
Just sitting there quietly watching TV,
And you see some nice lady who smiles
As she scours or scrubs or rubs or washes or wipes or mops or dusts or cleans,
Remember, nobody smiles doing housework but those ladies you see on TV.
Your mommy hates housework,
Your daddy hates housework,
I hate housework too.
And when you grow up, so will you.
Because even if the soap or cleanser or cleaner or powder or paste or wax or bleach
That you use is the very best one,
Housework is just no fun.
.....

Oh the power of prophecy. The poem goes on to advise that when there is housework to do, be sure that you do it TOGETHER. Sigh. I wish I had a together. I'm in the process of planning my Christmas holiday, and realizing that I will fly to my parents' and spend it without K.

But there is snow outside. I'm cold, and I want to cuddle up with some tea..