Frickin' Housework

Why is it that house guests and periods where I can't be arsed to keep the house shiny bright always meet ? That means I end up scrabbling around the day before they arrive like a cross between Cinderella and Monica from Friends.

That has been the joy of my day. The in laws, well my sort of in laws, are due tomorrow and of late I have been what you might call lazy in the housework department. It's not my fault ! I'm back at uni and have essays, reading and lectures to slack off from, and blogs to read. Priorities people. I'm always like that for a few weeks at the start of term again, then I realise that I have been slacking far too effectively and I have an essay due in a week and need to actually behave like the adult I am supposed to be.

Floors were washed, carpets hoovered, furniture polished, bedding aired, skirting boards washed, and cotton buds were deployed to ensure every possible nook and cranny was wiped clean. The iron even made it out of the cupboard for more than the clothes I wanted to wear. This may not be a big thing for other people but I don't iron very much. I once suggested ironing Boyfriend's tshirts and I never want to see that much confusion and fear on the face of another human being again. I think I might have left a permanent scar. I actually have all my napkins washed and ironed at the same time. I sorted paperwork. That was a Herculean task in and of itself. We usually work with the pile system but now there are folders and things. Kitchen cupboards are now actually organised as opposed to the old free for all.

I have a sparkly and organised home at the moment. Anthea Turner would be proud.

It probably won't last long.