I am finally feeling back to myself and now have a whole load of housework and chores to catch up on from the past week or two.
I’m not entirely sure what I did before having children but I am damn sure that I didn’t spend half as much time cleaning and washing the house and it’s contents. I’m not saying that I was a dirty girl as being a OCD freak I am pretty sure that I kept the house looking tidy back then.
Whether it’s spending more time in the house and therefore being more aware of my surroundings or if it’s simply having children I’m not sure. Either way I seem to spend at least two hours a day getting the house in ship-shape, come evening time I find myself wondering why I bothered as it’s back to being a pig sty!
Theres so much that I want to get done around the house but without the funds it’s simply not possible and realistically I doubt Paul would fancy ripping out our kitchen having only just waved goodbye to the builders, that and having just finished decorating four bedrooms.
I think we have fulfilled our DIY quota for this year but that still leaves me looking at a god awful kitchen wondering how long it is before I begin ripping the green and orange fruit basket motif tiles off with my bare hands. Theres windows to be replaced and blinds to be hung before we can even begin considering saving for a kitchen and as they say everything costs money.
Theres only so long that I can continue to commando crawl around the bed whilst getting changed to avoid flashing my naughty bits to the neighbours. I must look into ordering some blinds for the windows, mind you considering the state of the windows and how quickly they seem to be blowing it won’t be long before they are opaque and we won’t need blinds at all!
So once we have finished paying off the holiday which we finally have flights for now I will begin putting £200 a month towards new windows and hopefully come Christmas we may have new windows and blinds. THEN and only then can I finally work towards a new kitchen. After that I will be happy… well there’s the garden of course but that’s Paul’s territory.
Being stuck in the house sick does me absolutely no good whatsoever as I start making lists of all the things that we need to replace, decorate or spend money on. That’s exactly why we need a holiday, to run away from the DIY demands and ignore the never-ending list.
Speaking of lists… I must write a shopping list for Paul as the cupboards are bare. I also need to order E a new pair of summer shoes and get myself yet more leggings. See? It’s never-ending!