Many years ago I was addicted to housework. I based my self-esteem on whether or not my stovetop and oven shone to perfection or the windows gleamed so invisible that birds crashed into them (I kid you not). I could be breast-feeding my babies and notice a speck of dust on the skirting boards and actually break mother/child suction to wipe the offending speck off my cognitive map. I made Bree Van de Kamp look like a slovenly, slack and sluttish Desperate Fishwife.
Over the years, I have relaxed my standards. It hasn’t always been easy, but as the kids grew and I went back to work, I realised it was either a relatively, reasonably clean house, Lynette Scavo style, or I ended up in a psychiatric hospital (again).
But lately, as a work from home mother, I find myself crying when I move the fridge to clean behind it or welling up with emotion as I pull the vacuum cleaner out or actively howling as I’m dusting the ornaments in the lounge-room. I’m feeling fine (ok F***ed up, Insecure, Neurotic and Emotional) till I actually get up and start any form of housework.
So where do these feelings come from? I have heard some women cry after sex. It’s the orgasm that releases some form of cathartic emotion reaction that appears to be indistinguishable from sadness and sorrow. I wonder if there is a correlation between housework and sex? But I don’t believe shedding pent-up tears is actually about scrubbing the shower or doing what they do on the Discovery Channel. It seems far too deep, complicated and personal and from a female’s point of view for that. I fall asleep after sex but removing orange juice stains from my cream carpet sets off an emotional reaction that can last for hours.
I have never heard of a man crying after sex. I have also never heard of a man who fights off the tears while washing the dishes and cleaning up curry and rice off the kitchen floor. Men see sex as a physical release and housework as something he helps the wife out with occasionally. A good man will equate his wife’s tears to suffering regardless of the catalyst.
Therefore my husband, gentle, intuitive and kindly as he is, not only comforts me when I cry, but will do the housework for me that I am sometimes unable to do. When we do housework together I don’t cry as much.
Is it self-esteem related? Is it if I can’t do it all I may as well not do anything and just cry about it? Does it evoke memories of childhood? Is it a meaning of life issue? Is it covering up another more important issue and one that I’m unable to access without further psychotherapy?
I do know I’m not the only one. I know other women who cry for no reason or various reasons or reasons beyond their understanding. Or look at the decaying contents of the fridge vegetable drawer and see not just blackened bendy carrots or green grungy grapes, but the formative beginnings and wizened endings of mortal life as we know it on this planet and therefore let out a silent primitive howl of existential injustice in solidarity for womankind.
So why do I cry when I do housework?
I really don’t know.
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My crying always has to do with loss. Usually a person. The tears are actually the end of a long period of difficult circumstances that I cannot accept. They are pent-up emotions of feelings I don’t express spontaneously. Over time, they explode. I see a therapist regularly. A toothache prompted me to cancel a visit last month. My eyes welled up with tears a couple of weeks after, but I stuffed them back. Of course, they were bursting to pour, so one nite while hooked up to my CPAP machine, a few trickled down my cheek and I decided to shut off the CPAP, took the mask off, and let the tears flow forcefully out. My hubby asked what was wrong and I told him. He wasn’t sympathetic. He had a traumatic brain injury a year/a half ago, so his long term memory is shot. Why do I let loss linger after all these years or is it s’pose to go on ‘n on ‘n on infini…?
Good article, Sara
i’d meditate on the symbolic meaning of cleaning if it was me. it can’t be a childhood thing since you used to clean things without a problem. you have to look at events that happened right before it started to affect you. the cleaning could be symbolic of a mess that accumulated in a situation where you arent ready to work on it yet. cleaning shows an appreciation. like if you really appreciate an object you keep it clean. the house often represents yourself. different aspects of your personality. do you feel upset at cleaning in other places?
Women are encouraged to cry in our society. So that is how they express themselves. If your crying alot at least your letting it out and not holding it in. Thats a good thing.
On the other hand I (health care worker) have a lot of female patients that cry alot and do so in an attempt to get my attention. Often times one or two emotional female patients will monopolize all my time and my male patients don’t get the time from me they deserve. I have to be guarded and keep in mind that all my patients deserve equal amount of care, even if they don’t cry.
I have never, ever once in my adult cried for the purpose of being manipulative, and I find the above statement more than anything, sad.
crying and laughing for me are closely connected and i often feel they can, or could be interchanged.
I know this man, the father of my kids, who always starts laughing after sex. It’s the cutest, and most precious expression of just pure joy, and usually also the only time he so openly laughs, and is so ‘real’.
Thanks Sonia, i have a lot of thoughts about what you said but am too tired to organize them now.
Thank you for this beautiful expression, it is not onlyu about the housework but about your inner need to find fulfillment in all that you do, maybe the house cleaning is just one of those things that no matter how much love, care and time we put into it it’s never done, or tomorrow something will need to be done, it’s like a reflection of this great life cycle that we are going through and without spiritual knowledge it just doesn’t make sense. i think a clean house is a beautiful place to be and a relection most probably of an inner purity, maybe you should pray to God that He sends you a gifted teacher in your chosen spiritual path to guide and love you and help you understand the deeper hidden meaning of life, before it’s too late. i pray that you find guidance and not just material answers, real inner knowledge and the door of real love to open to you. and thanks you for keeping your house clean, i’m sure many people and your family have always appreciated it