Yesterday, while speaking with my co-worker, I mentioned I had a handful of chores to do when I got home. Suddenly it occurred to me I really don’t like the word “chores.” Not only does it bring up memories of being ten and having to do them before going out to play; but I don’t like saying the word. It’s not melodious, it’s not fun, it’s just a chore to say.
I tried out the word “tasks” but there are too many S’s and a K thrown in. Doesn’t feel good on the tongue. Hmmm.
How about “duties?” Now that is fun to say. It rolls around in your mouth and comes out with a little pop. But, it still connotes drudgery and toil. I needed something more … more … cheerful, lively even to describe the grind of household cleaning.
So, I came up with “gig.” According to Webster it can mean a live performance, either musical, theatrical or physical. I could make each spic and span encounter a performance. I might just wear a tiara with my rubber gloves.
And that is now what happens in my house. I physically make a performance out of dusting, vacuuming and scrubbing. The husband thinks this is insane but it makes me more likely to get it done. By the end our house is shining, the husband is happy and my tiara is just slightly askew. If I’m lucky I get a round of applause. (I wonder what I need to do to get a standing ovation?)
Tomorrow I have three gigs to accomplish. Thinking of wearing some pearls with the tiara.
magicalmess 