I admit that this post is entirely procrastination so I don’t have to face the disaster that is my house at the moment.

I really loathe house work. I like having a clean house, I just hate the doing of it. It is repetitive and thankless. My children seem to consider a tidy room as an invitation to dump as much *stuff* as they possible can on the floor, in as short a time as they are able. Food is alternative floor covering. I obviously only put things away so they have the joy of taking them out again. Any suggestion that they help with the tidying up elicits sudden inability to move hands as required for picking up, or sudden disappearance (generally to another room where they get on with the business of tipping out something else).

Next year we will be living in an apartment and I CAN’T WAIT because it will be much quicker to tidy up.