I would like to have someone come clean the house, do laundry, and prepare meals for me for at least the next several days and possibly the next several weeks, until I’m done with these goddamned books. I’m inching along on writing and it’s a quarter to seven and intellectually I’m aware that I need to go make food. I do not want to. I don’t want to have to think about food, and traditionally my response to not wanting to think about food means eating things that are incredibly bad for me, which makes me fatter, which makes me grumpier, which pretty much leads into a vicious cycle. We have a fair amount of nice stuff to make into dinners. I just don’t want to do it. I’d rather be hungry up until the point that I’m too hungry to cook anyway and have cereal or fried eggs or something equally stupid for dinner. Like a pint of Ben & Jerry’s ice cream, which I’m only not having because getting an entire pint would require a two mile walk.
I expect on more or less any rational level it’s stupid to be thirty…three, or whatever I am, and just want to fling my hands up and stomp off and demand somebody else take care of the details, but god damn if I don’t want to.
:P
I hear you. So much.
*glomps*
I hear you. Honest. I hate cooking. I take that back. I don’t hate cooking. I like cooking. I dislike having to take the time and energy when I normally don’t have it.
I can completely relate to that wangst. Completely.
I expect on more or less any rational level it’s stupid to be thirty…three, or whatever I am, and just want to fling my hands up and stomp off and demand somebody else take care of the details, but god damn if I don’t want to.
Men have been doing this for hundreds of years. There’s no shame in the desire.
I hear you. If you find out where to find a wife, I’d like one, too.
I’d love to cook, if it took less time and energy and was less like, well, cooking. Once every few weeks I’ll make this kick-ass beef and broccoli with rice noodles thing and I’ll micro the leftovers for almost a week. That’s the extend of my cooking.
Breakfast this morning: peanut butter and a protien bar. ‘Nuff said.
I *am* a wife and I don’t do this stuff :) Hubby cooks his own damn meals or starves.
Being as both A) stupidly busy and B) hating prep work i usually:
Buy a bunch of food fixin’s (meats, various (4-6) veggies, and and two or three sauces)
Spread foil wrap everywhere
chop veggies into bite size/will cook at the same rate as meat pieces
drop sauce and two or three of the veggies onto the foil
add meat
wrap
freeze
Cook as needed.
If cooking for two, most frozen stuff should take about 2 hours.
Normally when i do this, i get two to three weeks of meals.
Good luck.
BTW, both Urban Shaman and Thunderbird falls were good.
See ya in August.
Scary icon! But trust me, I know all about how housework will eat your life if you let it. Perhaps we could set up a long-house and share a wife? Or else a cleaning service.
I don’t want a wife. I want *two* wives. I figure that way we’d have enough people to do housekeeping and laundry and cooking and driving kids to 9834423091 activities and still have enough time to sleep. :)
Did you know that here in Norway they sold 20.000 TONS of frozen pizza last year… (assume that a pizza weighs in at about 500grams, and that there are less than 5million Norwegians… and that some of those probably don’t eat pizza… )
I guess some of us have found a solution to at least ONE of the problems…
Me?
I had noodles for dinner today…
(I have a large drawer full of different brands of noodles)
Though, a wife wouldn’t hurt…
Housewives ROCK!
I had one for about a decade. I worked, Bill stayed home, and it was awesome. I’d come home to a hot supper, all my clothes folded, and the house cleaned. We switched jobs after I became a full time writer, and I’m not as good at housewifery as he was, but he still says I spoil him.
Yes. Definitely. Get a housewife. It’s great to have all the little life crap taken care of. Only thing is, Ted might not like sharing you. ;)
Yup, my wife is all for getting another pair of helping hands. The only thing is she demands to be the one doing the choosing -for some strange reason…
I think the term you World Famous Authors use is ‘Personal Assistant’. As opposed to ‘wife’, which is what the rest of us call them. :)
I think World Famous Authors refer to such people as ‘Personal Assistants’. The rest of us lowly scum refer to them as ‘wives’. (More accurately, ‘spouses’.) Or, in rare cases, ‘children’.
Agree 100%. I totally should’ve been a lesbian, or something. I am SO the husband. :P
Poach the eggs. Doesn’t take any more time, and is much better for you.
Poach the eggs. Doesn’t take any more time, and is much better for you.