removing the clutter…forever
My head is so full of ‘stuff’. I have a list as long as my arm starting with household ‘chores’ (being the most appropriate word for it!)
I’m feeling so overwhelmed. I have the little boy I mind full-time today, three school runs, a mountain of ironing, the Toddler Group in the morning of which I need to type up a newsletter of Summer activities while we take a break, the Residents monthly meeting later in the week of which I have somehow become Chairperson….HELP!
On top of all that, the water from the shower ran down to the lounge and some plaster has fallen off. Belle had a nosebleed and her carpet needs cleaning (any tips for blood on carpet? This doesn’t work) My cream leather sofas aren’t cream any more, our recently repainted home has many grubby little fingerprints on the ‘Antique Ivory ‘ painted walls, the dishwasher has become temperamental, the extractor fan above the oven hasn’t worked for weeks and the cupboard doors and tiles are very greasy. But, wait for the worst bit…
My cleaner has gone back to Poland!!!!
But this cheered me up!
He’s two tears old today! But ask him his age and he’ll tell you he’s eight, or he might even let out a roar. He thinks he’s a monster!
We opened his card and pressie this morning, in my bed. We were all cosy and happy……till his sisters started scrapping over who had what bits of his new wooden toolbox. So the little fella was left playing with the wrapper, as always.