. .. . today, because it was lashing for most of the day I decided it would be a good day to clean the house. Why? Jesus, how did I forget that once you start something like that you cannot stop until there is room enough somewhere for you to park your arse?
However, as I am praising myself here I shall tell you that I more or less, but you'd never know it at this point in time, cleaned and tidied and dusted the sitting room and kitchen. Loaded, unloaded and loaded the washing machine. PUT AWAY AAAAALLLLLLL THE IRONING that's been lurking in the spare room for weeks now. Cleaned, properly, two bathrooms/toilets/whatever. Decided this was vital as on Satruday I had another bad headache and ended up lying on tiled floor of our bathroom. Darren had cleaned the room insofar as he had cleaned all the sanitaryare. I can assure you that a bathroom is only really clean when you can rest your cheek on the floor without noticing pee stains on the skirting boards and having hair sticking to your cheeks. And dust. Ick.
The two smallest rooms I cleaned are clean with a 'ping' sound if you know what I mean.
Relented, due to pissing rain, and allowed the two youngest to continue on their merry way through little big planet. Don't know if you've heard of this game but it is the ultimate game for kids. Lovely, gentle, no killing and, the best bit, you can create your own levels. They can even make their little sackmen into beings such as Wolverine, Michael Jackson and Spongebob. Seriously, I'm impressed. Going to rebuy the game and keep it for me. They are so far ahead of me I can't even find the beginning any more.
Also, moved three beds, rearranging two rooms in the process, hoovered the entire middle floor of house (sounds grander than it is) and sorted through 3 kids worth of pj's, socks and jocks. Decided they could have 14 pairs of pants each and a matching no. of socks. Everything else went into various bags for charity and dump.
So? I. Am. Brilliant. 'Cept, no-one but me can see. Also, think I may have thrown out socks that will prove vital in the future and having a crisis of conscience as to whether or not I should keep everything I'm taking to the charity shop and flea market it or be good and charity shop it.
p.s. the best bit, for me, is - the hot press is tidy. No-one shall ever know but me. But it is.
there must have been something in the air (oh yeah the rain!) because I cleaned out our room and baby girls and finally sorted somewhere for some of my handbags to hang! Yay! Hot press tomorrow now! Yay to you cake lady friend ..big slap on the back..lots of love your flower lady friend x
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