Ok so my topic for tonight’s blog is rather mundane, it’s something we all as human beings have to do, housework. Its something we all dread doing, the thought of the household drudgery as a close friend called it can seem so utterly unappealing. The day started by the usual scan of social media over some Special K. I woke up relatively early for a day off. As I scanned through Instagram and Facebook (do millennials still use Facebook?) I noticed all the happy holiday goers, this did not inspire me much to my land of chores. Then a smile drifted over my face, when they are back at work in September I shall be lying on a beach sipping on a luxurious cocktail, then I will have my revenge!
Queue Super villain Laughter!
I have always been terrible for procrastination. It seems more appealing to stall the inevitable. Ill do it after one more episode of Glee I told myself. I am recently re-watching all of Glee so I thought 5 seasons of that would be better than my house work. As I watched my third Rachael Barry solo over my hot water and lemon I decided it was time to make tracks. I always start the same way. Washing first. I then dusted, washed the floors and did all the wood work with polish. I usually follow this rather predictable cycle. The thing is it usually makes me feel so much better once I’ve finished. The sense of calm and tranquillity it brings every time I do it is always worth it, however every time I prioritise procrastination. Everything we know is good for us is always the thing we leave to the last. Cleaning is also something I love doing. I’ve always enjoyed the smells, the scrubbing, and finally the end result. Procrastination however takes over in the early stages. Once it’s done however I feel that overwhelming sense of satisfaction. With the bedding hung up I then feel I can relax to my day…. more Glee then.
As I sit on my sofa an all too familiar episode appears. Its called the funeral. Its the one where Sue Sylvester the ‘villain’ has her sister pass away. We spend a lot of glee going through a love/hate relationship with Ms Sylvester. She constantly attacks the Glee club with her over the top Wile E Coyote shenanigans which ultimately fail. This episode though exposes her raw humanity. She has lost the most important person in her life. It is hard not to relate to this character. Especially in this time in my life. The finale has the Glee choir sing ‘Pure Imagination’ from the original Charlie and the chocolate factory, as this was her sisters favourite movie. This version is a lot more melancholic in tone and as it played out I felt a cold wet tear run down my cheek. It was touching, sentimental and very sweet. Those damn Glee kids know how to tug at the heart strings.
In the background we see a montage of clips from Sues life with her sister. Its the usual Hollywood style of life montages. Their is a clip of Sue pushing her sister on a swing and laughing hysterically, all rather cliché but none the less touching. It started to make me thing about my own montage with my mummy. I thought about all the times we laughed together ( and their were many) but also when we just sat in each others company, very still, very silent and very comfortable. These moments probably don’t make the best montage of someone’s life. What they lack in animation however they make up in heart. It takes a very special relationship with someone who you can just be in their company and not speak a word. You have those comfortable silences and are just happy to be with them. I had a lot of those with mummy, I always felt safe in her company.
So with my housework done, I can relax, watch some more of Glee and think about mummy. When I was cleaning my room I looked up at those sheep pyjamas today and felt really warm. I didn’t feel sad today. I felt comfort. It was strange and welcoming. I enjoyed it. Amazing what a pair of sheep pyjamas can do really? I folded them up nicely and put them back in my wardrobe where they will stay.
night night xx
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