Mother seemed to never have enough energy to complete much of anything. It seemed she was always going to get around to completing something, clean her house, iron an overflowing basket of clothes, do the laundry or clean out the refrigerator.
She would begin her day with cigarettes and spend most of her day in her easy chair smoking, reading, drinking, smoking again and basically accomplishing nothing in the way of domestic chores. It seemed she had no gumption (there’s a term you don’t hear every day!) in domesticity.
Her philosophy was very much like Scarlet O’Hara:
I’ll think about it tomorrow.
The only problem with this plan was that tomorrow never came.
Since her energy level was low for household chores, you might think she had little energy for anything else. Not true. Mother spent most of her energy on my sister Abby and me. But by that I do not mean in the nurturing way of a parent, but bellowing at us to get to school, go out and play or stop doing whatever we were doing that was bothering her.
Just in case you were wondering, Mother did not receive the mother of the year award and her home did not have the Good Housekeeping Seal of Approval. She probably received the Procrastinator of the Year award but lacked the energy to pick it up.