Housework...
Is there anything better on television at the moment than the Carlton "Flashbeer" Ad?
Tonight I hung my new curtains in the loungeroom, and I'm writing this in order to avoid doing all the other things I really should be doing... hey, at least I'm honest!
Its all getting a bit on top of me at the moment, to be perfectly honest. I've been trying so hard for so long to keep everything together, and it all seems to be falling apart.
In my lounge awaiting my attentions at the moment are the books for the Kinder, three baskets of folding, a wilting houseplant, a pile of mending belonging to my brother that has been there for far far far too long, and I'm sitting on the biggest (and most comfortable) problem of all, being my new lazy-boy armchair. It doesn't fit in the lounge. I'm going to have to rearrange everything, and probably put the rocking chair in the spare bedroom in order to fit this thing in. And after the big weekend, and a full on couple of days yesterday and today, I'm just buggered.
Thats why I'm not going into the kitchen right now either. The dishes from dinner are sitting there, and I know if I poke my head in that door they will all stare at me accusingly until I remove my jewellry and wash them, and then they shall look at me with a little more respect but they'll still be complaining because I won't dry them off or put them away immediately. The dishes will then have a conversation with the small but growing pile of mail on the table about what a lazy sod I am. The toaster will then chime in that it used to live in the cupboard, before I got so lazy that I couldn't be bothered bringing it out and putting it away every day. "I liked that cupboard," the toaster will sob, "I had friends there. Now I see nothing but the cobwebs that she hasn't cleaned from the top of the windowsills." The microwave and the kettle will then have a sook that its been ages since they were taken apart and cleaned, and although I will argue that I haven't used them and they aren't dirty or in need of cleaning they won't believe me, and then the stove will chime in, and... well... I'd just rather not get the appliances started.
Today I bought a hammer, and put up the curtains in Nicky's room too. And I did cook dinner from scratch, and DO the three loads of washing, so its not like I'm completely lazy, despite what my toaster thinks.
But then... maybe I should just bite the bullet and go and do the blinking dishes.
