My Life in the 40s

Oh, how I miss Stella. She drove me crazy, with her bleaching my clothes that I didn't want her to wash and singing, loudly and off key, to the music blaring from her headphones, but man, did she clean. Like the little lady in Poltergeist, on leaving a house, she declared it clean.

I hate housework. HATE it. And it shows in my house. My bathroom is really gross and I have to clean it and I dread it. Absolutely dread it. I'm doing all sorts of things to put it off. Cleaning the kitchen. Pulling weeds. Typing a blog post. Anything, anything, to avoid going near that nasty bathroom.