Domestic crisis

May

Before I went back to work, our accountant felt bad for me. So instead of calling me a housewife on the tax return, he said I was a domestic engineer.

Nothing could be further from the truth. I am a domestic disaster.

What’s newsworthy about that? Well, it’s the 30th anniversary of the Dustbuster! Can you believe it’s been that long?

If you’re still wondering how that fits into a midlife blog, here’s my logic: If you’re a stinky housekeeper and you’re middle-aged, it’s likely your Dustbuster doesn’t get much use. It might even be dusty.

But when your college kid comes home for the summer and realizes her bedroom screens are so clogged with dust that they’re creating an allergy nightmare, what’s the first thing she goes for? The Dustbuster.

I came home from work yesterday to find she’d cleaned up her whole room.

And she’d Dustbusted her screens. They looked better, but I think I still need to take them outside and hose them down. But where is the hose? And where is the pipe that it connects to? How do I turn on the water in the garage? And how do I get those screens out of the window?

Can one learn to be a domestic engineer late in life?

This entry was posted on Friday, May 22nd, 2009 at 3:46 pm by Linda Lombroso.
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