The bane of my life: HOUSEWORK

 I hate housework! You make the beds; you do the dishes. And six months later you have to start all over again.~ Joan Rivers

Today I did what every woman fears and hates. What we all hide from and bury our heads in the sand and just pretend it isn’t happening. Housework. 

That odious task of cleaning and putting things back in their rightful place. As you can possibly tell I find this job slightly tiresome. It’s true that just sitting here at the computer I can think of about one hundred other things I could be doing instead, first on the list would be sleeping!

 I had made a start, but then I saw the computer and I thought to myself ‘ooo might as well see what’s happening in the world’. I also stared at a cloud for a good ten minutes because I swear it resembled Johnny Depp! And we all knew where that leaded! A good twenty minutes dreaming about how Johnny would ride in on his ship and save me from house work. After looking out the window and wondering what was taking him so long, and then realising that I lived nowhere near the sea so getting the ship to my house might be proving rather tricky along the canal, I was determined to continue tidying. It lasted five minutes. I was then certain that I deserved a nice cup of coffee. Kit the kitten subsequently thought that falling asleep on my lap would be the best thing for him to do, and for those of you who have read my blog about the kitten you know that he is evil and should not be argued with, so of course I had to sit there until Kit had had his nap.  Following Kits nap he went back to his past time of plotting world domination and the enslavement of the human race, I had no excuse than to go back to tidying. I grumbled and moaned about it but I did go back. I put on some Chilli Peppers really loud so that all the neighbours could have the benefit of some good music and got down to it.

It lasted for twenty minutes. Which I think is quite good, my attention span being somewhere between 4 and 6 minutes. After lunch 9which I dragged out as long as humanly possible) I had an epiphany!   Going to play with my goddaughter would be so much more fun! And after all, the dust wasn’t going anywhere right?!

I would just like to add that I now realise I have been very stereotypical in this blog, I think I expressed my self in believing that women should do the housework. I don’t think this; I believe that men should also pull their weight after all they make most of the mess: P