Wow, only four days left until we go on holidays and I think I have totally lost the plot! I seem to be running around in circles and not getting much done at all. With every good intention of leaving the house in a clean state, I think my efforts have made everything worse. In clearing up I seem to have uncovered alot of other ’stuff’
You know, STUFF. Things that have been put in a safe place away from sticky toddler hands, stuff that has been shoved in obscure places, by children who can’t be bothered walking the twenty metres to their bedroom to put said stuff away, shoes that have been missing for weeks, socks, that have been missing for so long that you have thrown the ‘odd’ sock away in despair because it hasn’t been paired up for ages and you think the washing machine must have eaten it.
Despite the washing machine spinning for most of the day, I still have mountains of ‘dirty’ clothes and towels that have been discovered in bedrooms when children have been made to clean up, with threats of not going on vacation. Suddenly, I understand why the kids never have any undies! Can you say ‘ewwwwww’? It is a sound I have uttered a hundred times in the last twenty four hours. Perhaps I need to be more vigilant when it comes to cleaning up of bedrooms.
I still haven’t packed for the babies or for David and I, let alone all the medications that I need to drag along just in case. In between cleaning the loungeroom, washing and reading to Noah and Ivy (Noah follows me around crying…’No - No, the book!’), my plans for being meticulously ready by Thursday are rapidly becoming a thing of fantasy.
This morning, my thoughts are this; pack the bags, get everything ready for our break and if the house isn’t clean by Thursday, so what? At least it will be a familiar sight when we arrive home!