On your marks, get set . . .

This is the list of things I need to get through this week. Ever feel like running for the hills?

• Empty dishwasher - several times this week
• Load/empty washing machine - repeating as the week goes on
• Hoover the house
• Dust the house
• Work out what that green slime is on the windows and ask Himself to get rid of it.
• Clear garden of dog poo
• Clean toilets (one always reminds me of the other).
• Make Sausage and Cider pie - so the kids can say they don't like it.
• Make Clapshot pie - so Oscar can say he doesn't like it.
• Feed everyone pasta, except me because I don't like it.
• Change beds
• Tidy bedroom
• Feed reptiles
• Take Billy to the Vet
• Get Harry's photos to new school.
• Sort out accounts
• Make two One Direction boys . . .?
• Sort out cake diary.
• Ring brother.
• See sister.
• Take MIL out for tea as feel guilty I never see her.
• Tidy out presses before they explode and kill someone.
• Ditto cake press, fuck, having it all on display so I could find stuff easily is not a great look when you are the kind of person who just shoves it all back in when finished working.
• Clear counters
• Put passports away . . and take all of Carol's bowls out of wardrobe. 
• Put ironing away.  Again,
• Wash floors.
• Finish painting downstairs - bastarding Darren is back at college so it's up to me to finish the sodding house.  Completely and utterly unbloodyfair.
• Clean out fridge.
• Have a cup of tea.
• Lose weight.
• Walk dog, but only after taking him to the vet to find out why he, the dog, is limping.