Diary of a Widower

Daily entries by a husband, who stayed behind with his two sons

Cleaning is great therapy

FRIDAY, December 4 – As the saying goes; a nod is as good as a wink, to a blind horse.  After over thirteen years of marriage it is clear for all to see that I used to wear a ring on my left ring finger.  The stubborn relic of a devotion which is still visible?  Love until death do us part.

I do.  I still do.

stofzuigenSander and I agree:  Mom was always busy cleaning.  Just a bit too busy, we decide.

That doesn’t mean that from now on we’re allowed to live like a bunch of slobs. On the contrary, I have thrown myself into the task of cleaning and maintaining our house. I’m a veritable whirlwind of cleanliness.

On Friday and Saturday I change the beds, do loads of wash, and clean the bathrooms.  I try to vacuum as well, but I must confess that once in a while I ‘cheat’ a bit, despite the fact that when you have a dog it’s really important to stay on top of things.

I’ve  noticed that cleaning the house  gives a sense of ‘control’: control over our lives. It seems to be working.

22.45 – Tired.  Tired.  Tired.

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