It's my job
I think I'm becoming a grown-up. Because I'm finally starting to realize that if I don't do the work, it is not going to magically get done somehow. The only way to get it done is to do it myself.*
When I lived with my parents, I might leave a bowl encrusted with cream of wheat on the counter and someone—probably my mom—would eventually take care of it. But if I leave a bowl encrusted with cream of wheat on the counter now, it's going to turn into cream of wheat cement. Whose job is it to deal with that? Mine.
If I left my coat on the couch instead of hanging it up, chances are my mom would probably call me to hang it up, but every once in awhile, it might get magically hung up without any effort on my part. Now, my coat will stay on the couch until I hang it up—or, if I'm less lucky, the kids will take it and decide to try it on over their muddy clothes and then I'll have to wash it as well.
If Tiger Lily dumps her high chair tray of macaroni and cheese onto the floor, if the laundry baskets are full of dirty clothes, if the walls are sprouting spiderwebs, if the front garden is weedy, if someone dumped cheerios on the carpet and danced on them—my job to take care of it. I don't have a fairy godmother or a maid or even a child old enough to take care of the problem.
So I guess I'm coming to a few different conclusions here. One, of course, is that the housework is my job, and I need to get it done. The other is that procrastinating it isn't going to help me any, it's just going to make more work.
I really am on top of the housework most of the time. In fact, a week ago I was caught up with laundry, I had recently mopped the kitchen, the toys were picked up, and the bathrooms were clean. But the weekend was crazy and then I crashed and now I'm behind again.
In the next few days, I need to get the house company ready, do oodles of laundry, pack for a short trip, and do some work for my orchestra. That's in addition to normal stuff like keeping the toys picked up and making dinner and doing dishes and keeping the kids from killing themselves.
No one else is going to do it for me, so I'd better stop writing about it and get to work.
* I am not trying to say that Mr. Mordecai doesn't do any work around here. He does plenty, and he even cleans up after me. But the housekeeping is my job and I'm the one who needs to do most of it.