I’ve become lazy. I have no idea why this happened. When a friend who retired a year ago told me she had hired a house cleaner, I thought to myself, Not me. I’d never do that. When I retire, I’m going to tackle a room a day, which should go fast and prevent any room from getting very dirty. After all, I was compulsive about housekeeping before I retired. I squeezed as much cleaning into a weekend as I possibly could. I cooked, cleaned, did some entertaining while still putting in long hours at work; so without the long hours my home responsibilities should be a snap. Guess what? After a couple of months away from the job, I don’t feel like cleaning. Cooking either. I’ve now hired a cleaner, and between her visits I hardly notice my Swiffer in the closet.
First the senior discounts, now Social Security. What will be next? As I await my first check, I’m asking myself if I’m becoming one of those retirees with a strong sense of entitlement. I’m too new at this retirement game to know the answer. I do know that I have no plans to take up golfing. That must be a positive credit on my balance sheet. I must still work to resolve the I-don’t-feel-like-cooking issue, since neither my husband nor I have come close to the We-don’t-feel-like-eating stage. Take-out anyone?