December 26, 2005
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I’m in that post-Christmas
catatonic state. Barely have the energy to move myself from the
sofa to the chair. Gloomy gray day on top of it.
Pete, in contrast, has been overcome with “putz-wüt”
(pronounced “pootz voot” and loosely translated: cleaning
fury). It makes me tired just to watch him scurrying
around, moving stuff hither and thither. We never seem to get
simultaneous attacks of
putz-wüt. Whoever has it not only succeeds in getting stuff
cleaned up but also in giving the other person a massive case of guilt
for being a slug. Correction: I feel guilty if Pete cleans
and I don’t. It doesn’t bother him a bit if I clean and he
doesn’t. Why is that?
Comments (1)
That is a good question. I often wake up to the sounds of dishwashing. Not only am I not cleaning…I’m sleeping. The guilt gets me out of bed and downstairs, but not quite to the kitchen sink to take over.