Tuesday, January 10, 2012
My wife is right. There aren't many things that I like to do. Dishes, laundry, the grocery store...you name it, I don't want to do it. I mean, I DO do it but I take no joy in doing it. I guess I don't look at my everyday duties as something I really enjoy. I don't wake up to five overflowing laundry baskets and say "Hell yeah! I can't WAIT to do this!" If I had to make a comparison of what my life is like I would compare it to my wife's corporate job. Any job has these persistent issues and nowadays people fire off an email without thinking about it first. My wife and many other people I am sure, get bombarded with emails. Most of the time she spends an entire night dealing with hundreds of emails only to wake up the next day to a hundred more. I equate this phenomena to my endless need to do laundry. We all prioritize emails. We take care of important issues first and put others on the backburner. I bet sometimes you just wash only your underwear or do an emergency load because pretty soon you are going to have to go commando if you don't do something about it. Most of the time I don't mind tackling my inbox. I throw in it the wash, then the dryer, and back into the laundry basket. This is where my inbox become clogged. I hate the folding and the putting away. I know it is necessary but lots of times it is going to sit in my inbox read. I don't know why I do this but just like any other job there are things you don't enjoy about it. I LOVE playing with my kids (most of the time) but sometimes I wish that my inbox would get Tebowed. You know, piles of laundry building up, you have nothing left to wear, and boom! Tim Tebow comes out of nowhere and gets it all done for you and put away.