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Day 4: Living Alone Isn't All That It Seems

In the past 12 months, we made ourselves quite friendly with our neighbours, to the point where we were nearly living in each others houses. Our neighbour’s are in their 30’s and have 3 children; a six year old, a two year old and the third of them was only five months old last week. Last year the father of the kids was diagnosed with Cancer, and like I said, five months ago they just had their third child. In the past week, he took a turn for the worst, and was admitted to hospital for what will likely be the last time. After beating the Cancer into remission at Christmas, the blasted thing returned again in March, when a nastier version of the Cancer returned with a vengeance. Exactly a week ago today, he was admitted to hospital, and his wife hasn’t left his side since. The kind soul that is my mother, volunteered to take care of the children, practically living in there, being there for them, washing, feeding, dressing, sending off to school.

Like I mentioned in previous posts I spent Monday-Wednesday of this week in Dublin. I returned home to find the house in the exact same way I left on the Monday. I mother hadn’t left our neighbours house at all, only to come in a get whatever she needed (clothes etc), leaving me basically with the house to myself.

I’ve never lived alone before, and the past week has been an excellent trial run for me to see how I would cope if I were to move out and live on my own. Don’t get me wrong, its great! You get to do whatever the hell you want whenever you want, whatever way you want, but it wasn’t until yesterday I realized how much work their is involved in running a house. Keeping the floors clean, doing the laundry etc, etc. Don’t get me wrong, I do my fair share of chores around the house, but when left on your own to conquer them, its quite the battle.

Upon returning home yesterday evening, the first thing I did was wash the floors–they were in dire need of washing, and hadn’t been done since before Thursday of last week. The next was the laundry. Their was a pile of clothes sitting in the tumble dryer that had yet to be collected for ironing and sorting and so on. Next I took the laundry basket and put all the dirty clothes that needed washing into the machine and turning it on. After the washing was done, I packed up the dishwasher and turned it on. All that was left to do was for me to clean my own bedroom. I left it in quite the state before I left for Dublin, and it hadn’t been touched, obviously, since I left. I stormed through it like a bulldozer, putting clothes that needed washing into the pamper for the next load, sorting through all my crap and putting everything back where it belonged and finally then made a list of things that I could get which might help the room. I’ll include this list in my Building Rome post on Sunday.

So that was my adventure with running a house. And in fairness, that wasn’t too bad of a job considering I did it all in the space of 3-5 hours in the evening, after returning home from traveling. I’m sure there are plenty of you out there reading this and laughing because to some people they are “everyday chores”. But when its your first time “living alone” and going through these motions, sometimes for the first time, they feel like quite an achievement once they’re done.

I think I’ll leave it at that as I have to prepare myself for work this evening, and I do believe there are clothes in the tumble-dryer waiting to be collected. Thanks for reading. Sorry if it bored you. The reason behind this post and the ones of the past few days, is that I am trying a “blog-every-day-in-September” sort of thing where I try to post something here on Wee Bit Wordy at least once a day throughout the month of September, and hey, you never know– I might just get into the swing of it and keep at it even when September is over! Until tomorrow folks, See Ya! 😀

1 thought on “Day 4: Living Alone Isn't All That It Seems”

  1. I used to house sit for my sister, but by the end of the week or 10 days I was always ready for home, I needed more company.
    I also used to love my own washing and cleaning, until that is I had to turn into a ready made housekeeper for 3 and now I hate it, way to many chores, not enough time lol

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