Bethany and Lawrence stayed at home to avoid catching (or spreading) the rampant virus. They had enough to survive on. Would one of them suddenly take ill? Had they already picked up the virus and as yet it hadn’t showed? Were they in fact virus-free? Was a virus-filled droplet sitting on the store-bought egg carton awaiting a victim?
The fear was in the waiting. Waiting. Waiting for something that may or may not happen.
And then Lawrence felt a slight tickle in the throat. Was this the virus? Would it get worse?
Bethany began to knit her fourth scarf in a week. She couldn’t concentrate for long enough to knit anything more complicated.
Bernard’s wife does nothing other than complain. She’s a stay-at-home mother, which is a luxury most of us can ill afford. She complains that there are not enough hours in a day. Not enough hours in the day for what? Lounging around watching the soaps while the kids are at school?
Being a well-paid consultant I asked her to write down what she does in a day, so improvements can be made and then she’ll have no reason to complain. Here is a typical Wednesday – or so she claims:
Get the kids ready for school – 1 hour Tidy the house – 2 hours Prepare meals- 1 hour Get the groceries – 2 hours Do necessary odd jobs, e.g. take the car to get fixed etc. – 2 hours Mow the lawn and weed the garden – 1 hour Do the laundry – 1 hour sometimes 2 Pick up the kids from school – 1 hour, sometimes less, sometimes more Take the dog for a walk and feed the dog and cat – 30 minutes
The list for Wednesday went on and on, but I won’t bore you with more details.
Look, I said to her, just get yourself organized and stop the complaining. Do some of these jobs on another day of the week.