I survived the night yay me! But it was rough. It was so rough in fact that I, and for anyone who knows me knows exactly how strange this is, I cleaned my daughters room complete with polishing and vacuuming, there was no banging or loud complaints but I'm guessing I'm not the favourite neighbour right now :D . I vetoed the idea of painting my bedroom afterwards, although in retrospect I could have just slept in spawnlets room and spousal unit could have done the same when he came home at ridiculous o'clock this morning and if the fumes were still present.
Domestic goddess I am not! The extent of my housework usually just goes as far as washing dishes and clothes and by washing clothes I do mean putting them into the washing machine and then into the dryer, handwashing is something that maids do and as I don't presently have a maid, the other I think gave up in frustration, I don't handwash. I iron clothes grudgingly, usually asking spousal unit if by chance I could go out wearing outfit X all the while having my fingers crossed hoping that he would say yes...seldom happens. I insist that spawn cleans her own room and maintains it, I want her to be able to grow up with a sense of responsibility that her mother obviously does not have.
My excuse is that I work and by the time I get home all I want to do is tear off my clothes ,hit that shower, help spawn with home work and then totally veg out, not in front of the television as my television watching only extends to Dexter (religiously) and the Food Network (sparodically), Just give me a good book and I'll be oblivious of everything else.
I know that there is a bit of irony in my liking the Food Network. I don't cook, I gave that up a few years ago while I was studying, working and coming home to cook and take care of family. I just haven't been able to get back into the grove of things since I stopped studying, maybe its because I not so secretly want to start back studying or maybe I just like having a husband who can cook.
Speaking of husband I really do wish he would wake up so that I could shift stuff around in the bedroom and start painting. I still seem to have an excess of nervous energy to burn and our room could use a good coat of paint. I am beginning to feel embarrassed every time I go in there the walls are a mess. I suppose I could just clean out the living room and hope he wakes up before I completely tire myself out.
I survived the night yay me! But it was rough. It was so rough in fact that I, and for anyone who knows me knows exactly how strange this is, I cleaned my daughters room complete with polishing and vacuuming, there was no banging or loud complaints but I'm guessing I'm not the favourite neighbour right now :D . I vetoed the idea of painting my bedroom afterwards, although in retrospect I could have just slept in spawnlets room and spousal unit could have done the same when he came home at ridiculous o'clock this morning and if the fumes were still present.
Domestic goddess I am not! The extent of my housework usually just goes as far as washing dishes and clothes and by washing clothes I do mean putting them into the washing machine and then into the dryer, handwashing is something that maids do and as I don't presently have a maid, the other I think gave up in frustration, I don't handwash. I iron clothes grudgingly, usually asking spousal unit if by chance I could go out wearing outfit X all the while having my fingers crossed hoping that he would say yes...seldom happens. I insist that spawn cleans her own room and maintains it, I want her to be able to grow up with a sense of responsibility that her mother obviously does not have.
My excuse is that I work and by the time I get home all I want to do is tear off my clothes ,hit that shower, help spawn with home work and then totally veg out, not in front of the television as my television watching only extends to Dexter (religiously) and the Food Network (sparodically), Just give me a good book and I'll be oblivious of everything else.
I know that there is a bit of irony in my liking the Food Network. I don't cook, I gave that up a few years ago while I was studying, working and coming home to cook and take care of family. I just haven't been able to get back into the grove of things since I stopped studying, maybe its because I not so secretly want to start back studying or maybe I just like having a husband who can cook.
Speaking of husband I really do wish he would wake up so that I could shift stuff around in the bedroom and start painting. I still seem to have an excess of nervous energy to burn and our room could use a good coat of paint. I am beginning to feel embarrassed every time I go in there the walls are a mess. I suppose I could just clean out the living room and hope he wakes up before I completely tire myself out.