I love housework (but don’t tell my husband).

We’re supposed to hate cleaning. Dread chores. Detest dishes. Loathe laundry.

I’ve sounded the obligatory groans and mumbles over vacuuming or doing a pile of dishes. I put on my “liberated woman hat” and talked about the shared responsibility of housework in our marriage. It’s not “woman’s work.” It’s house work. And we both live in the house, yes?

But in truth, I like housework. It’s zen activity. Simple but not entirely mindless. You have to pay attention, but you can sink into it easily, and then it leaves you with tangible results that you can enjoy and feel proud of. Other inspiring, modern women also like cleaning, I’ve learned.

And while I do expect my husband to chip in, I’ve realized that it’s all clearly more important to me. That the dishes are washed up after dinner and not in the morning. That the bed is made and the throw cushions (superfluous, I know, but pretty) are arranged just so. I notice these things more often and more quickly than Mike does. I get bummed out when things are messy.

I will preface this next statement by asserting that I really appreciate everything my husband does to help out, but the truth is, I am just better at cleaning than he is. My dishes are shinier, my dog-hair eradication more exhaustive, my tidying more comprehensive. Like it’s part of my genetic code, while I slip him furtive suggestions to improve his efforts. Sorry, feminism.

Apparently the key to shiny hair is shedding constantly!

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Since we moved, I have been struggling to adapt to our new, much cozier space. I am trying to love our apartment. It’s convenient and clean (although there is a weird smell that I just cannot get rid of), but it’s not perfect. No balcony, too-high windows for our dog. The breakfast counter that opens to the dining area oddly placed at chest-level, making me feel like Alice in Wonderland straining to reach.

My dad always joked about “male bonding” which was code (along with got your shoes on?) for I’m recruiting you to do manual labor with me. This was often chopping wood (or hunting) and he’d say, “come on, let’s Booond!” to my brother and his friends, my dad’s friends, any boyfriends or potential boyfriends my sisters would bring home.

When I clean, it’s “domestic bonding.” I’m building a connection with this imperfect space, making it ours, giving myself a reason to be proud of it. I’m not quite at “love” with our apartment and I may never be. But after I dust and vacuum, put things away, tidy the bedroom and take in that fresh vinegar smell*, I do feel proud of our little space (and this all takes much less time here than it did in our house). And actually, that too-tall counter is the perfect height to catch the gleam of afternoon sun after I’ve wiped it down.


How do you feel about housework? Love, hate? Do you feel this bonding thing or am I taking it too far?* Yeah, white vinegar. If you can’t eat it, do you want to eat off of it? I use vinegar with water in a little spray bottle for cleaning almost everything…
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10 responses to “I love housework (but don’t tell my husband).

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  3. I sorta like house cleaning too…except for doing bathrooms! Like you, I also notice dishes piled up or an out of place pillow more than my husband, but I think it may also be my personality as a neat freak. My friend is completely the opposite—in fact, she is more like my husband and her boyfriend is more like me! Go figure, we are with our opposites!! 🙂

  4. I completely agree! There’s something very calming about making your house a nice place to be. It’s something my partner has come to realise is a lot more important to me than him. Since I’m not well enough to clean a lot of the time and have to spend a lot of time in the house, he’s made it a priority for him too (within reason).
    Katie xx
    http://www.coffeehousediscussions.wordpress.com

    • That’s so nice that he helps out more on your behalf. It’s amazing how much of a difference there can be between men and women on this point. My husband isn’t slovenly or anything at all, but he just doesn’t notice certain things AT ALL that drive me crazy!

  5. I think there’s something quite profound in doing housework…Maybe we should re-name it house-care or house-love…because, as you point out, you’re caring for your home. There are few moments nicer than opening the front door (I have lived in the same [!] one bedroom apartment for 22 years) and sighing with pleasure because it is clean, organized and welcoming.

    The world is full of difficulty. Home shouldn’t be!

    • I love house-care and house-love! A much nicer way to think of it! I agree–having a pleasant living space really helps get through all of the other challenges in life!

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