Sundays are awful. A day of chores. And if not, a day of feeling guilty for not doing the chores. Today I am avoiding the following fun and games:
- Cleaning the bath
- Cleaning the shower
- Cleaning the sink
- Picking all the clothes up off the floor
- Sorting out the washing
- Putting washing load #1 on
- Washing up the past week’s worth of plates, cutlery, breadboards (we use a staggering number of these every week in this household)
- Taking the clothes off the airer from last weekend (so I can put washing load # 1 up to dry), folding them and putting them away - this won’t happen. They will live in a (folded) heap on the floor by the balcony window for the next week. I will wear clothes from the floor and hope that the creases drop out on the commute in to the office each day
- Taking washing load # 1 out of the washing machine and hanging it up (God I really hate that part). I hate the fact that I don’t use the tumble drier - a mixture of wanting to save cash and worrying about the environment
- Putting washing load # 2 on
- Putting the shopping away (it has been sitting in the middle of the kitchen floor since yesterday)
- Clearing today’s lunch (eggs, chips, beans) from the lounge table where AMB left it, the sod, binning the left overs and washing the plates
- Cleaning the kitchen
- Taking washing load # 2 out of the washing machine and hanging it up on The Sister’s airer as she is away.
- Worrying about the other million loads of washing that I meant to do over the course of the week but just couldn’t be bothered to do
- Emptying the bins
- Taking the bin liners down to the communal rubbish bins
- Sorting out the recycling
- Driving a million wine bottles to the bottle bank
- Emptying the car of the crap that always manages to accumulate
- Hoovering (ARGH I HATE IT!!!! The only thing you can do is pretend to be Mrs Doubtfire and really rock out - and scare the rats)
- Cleaning the rats out (this will be interesting without The Sister here. I expect I will have to lose them in my hoodie)
- Sort out all the magazines, newspapers, junk mail that gathers on the coffee table
- Tidying my room
- Sorting out my bag for work tomorrow
- Cooking some decent food
- Changing the bed sheets (I always leave this one to last because I love a clean bed and when it is finished and looks lovely I just collapse onto it and breathe the clean smell in. Then I run a bubble bath and drink wine. Sunday evenings eh!)
It is already nearly 5pm. I am still wearing yesterday night’s clothes (another blog to come about last night I expect, if I can remember what actually happened - I am thinking) and haven’t brushed my hair or cleaned my teeth. That is pretty rank. I am a real stickler for clean teeth. I hate people who don’t clean their teeth. Let that go on record.
Right, I gotta get on with this. I feel like Oliver Twist in a work house. More?!! Boy! You want more?!!?
This is tidy for a Sunday. And this is only half of the room… I still can’t face it though… Perhaps I will blog about last night to avoid it…
That does look prettier tidy I must say
haha.
Although I see you have no problems with showing your knickers (previous entry) and bras for all the World to see.
Hello
That list itslef looked like a chore to write. And an awful lot to do. How much of a mess do you create in one week.
And a million wine bottles. Is this one weeks consumption? Or are there rollover bottles from previous failed attempts to drive to the bottle bank.
I don’t know how it gets into such a state - especially when you consider that I am very rarely there!!!! I leave the flat at 7.10am and never get back before 7pm. Most nights after work recently I have met with some friend or other for a beverage so the 7pm return home has been the stuff dreams are made of for a few weeks. But still I managed to completely trash the place.
I have 2 theories:
1. As I am always in a rush, I am more careless with things and far more likely to just dump clothes here and there
2. As I am usually a bit tipsy when I get home late I am more clumsy (and lazy) and more likely to drop things/break things/dump things
The list was a method of avoiding doing the chores… It worked. Well, until it was written anyway… then I had to get on with doing the bloody chores.
Some people do their cleaning and stuff as they go along. This is an excellent idea. This way it doesn’t all build up to a massive task on a Sunday evening. I know, however, that I will never be organised (or care) enough to do this. I also like the way I feel after a massive session. A cleaning session I mean. I feel really tired but really pleased with myself. And it’s another excuse to have a glass of wine
:)
A million is a slight exaggeration. Well, ok, a rather large exaggeration. Usually the bottles just build up and build up and build up until The Sister has a moan at me. Last time we had to clear them all out it took three trips. Yes three. In a car. I think we are alcoholics.
I think we both know the reason for your room being so messy is a combination of those two theroies.
Well prevention never really solves anything.
I could find much better things to do on Sundays though. Like going the pub. I couldnt drink cans while doign the housework as it might end up even more in a mess! haha
Three trips? That is a lot. Blimey.
“Prevention never really solves anything”- Except for pregnancy perhaps…?
The best way to deal with chores is to get pissed. I drank a bottle of wine while sorting my stuff out yesterday. Note, cooking Chicken Tonight with mashed potatoes while under the influence is like dicing with death!
Chicken tonight with mashed potato, sounds great. Although if under teh influence youll defintely be having lumpy mash.