Many of you will know that I do not have a healthy relationship with housework. Too many years of not wearing my glasses meant that I just couldn't see mess or even dirt very clearly, and it passes me by without registering. Once I had children I realised that dirt could be dangerous, and I had to clean up my act...and my house. But I always believed that spending time with the kids was more important than cleaning, because that would get done eventually. So I chat or play with them and leave the dishes and the the recycling to pile up by the sink. Angel is baffled by the latter. "Nobody does that", she says looking bemused, but I'm sure I remember a wash and squash campaign? Anyway it's the only way that I can fit everything in the green bin and keep it smelling sweet...
Even now the main reason that my house looks reasonable to visitors is because of them. Word of a visit by the MIL always led to a mad dash round with the hoover and the wipes while the kids were plonked in front of a video. Now I have two kids with special needs there seem to be visitors almost every day, and it's probably just as well, otherwise my kitchen might look like this more often:
This was a particularly bad day involving four different dinners and a baking session. This morning it looks like this:
More kitchen posts over at Sticky FIngers.
More kitchen posts over at Sticky FIngers.
