My house goes through phases. It is my responsibilty as I am the Stay at Home Parent / Mother / Dogsbody / Cook / Cleaner / Calendar Co-Ordinator / Organiser / Nurse etc etc etc.
It's either tidy or messy, it very rarely falls between these extremes and is just ok. It is in a very untidy phase and I am now offically fed up with it. I decided to do less housework this month and concentrate my efforts on writing a 50,000 word novel for NaNoWriMo. It wasn't a good idea, I believe that I have a dog and a 3 year old somewhere in the lounge, but they are indistinguishable under piles of colouring books, a taken-apart RSPB kid's diary pages, dog fur and toys.
I should actually be tidying it up, but am instead sat in the kitchen organising parcel re-deliveries online, tidying up paperwork and drinking cappucino from our wonderful new coffee machine.
Now, if I had a cleaner and housekeeper, I'd have time to write a novel, bake cakes, scones and bread every day, I wouldn't run out of cheques and have no cash left in my purse, so be unable to pay for pantomime tickets and I'd be superwoman, wouldn't I?! I wouldn't have to tidy the kitchen table each evening so we have room to eat our dinner, as I would have a well-designed kitchen with storage and worktops and space. I wouldn't have had to tidy a pile of toys, books, letters, socks, a bat-shaped torch and a Chinese dragon so I could have room to put the new coffee machine next to a plug, would I?
But, what would I then blog about? The 3 year old and I did make pink-coloured fairy cakes on Tuesday morning, but we were supposed to be at a Jo Jingles class. We had fun and giggles and both scraped the bowl afterwards :)
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