At times, the relentless forward-motion of the household is overwhelming, is it not? I feel like the cobwebs are looking accusingly at me with their veiled little eyes, and I don't know whose stupid idea it was to clean the window in the lounge because it has now thrown every other window into terrible, filthy relief.
We are in something of a perfect storm this week, with two kids birthdays, lot of work commitments and the flu.
Critical laundry only ( as in items that have been pissed or vomited upon.)
Nothing could make me feel better. Well, maybe dirty Jamie Oliver.