My house is a frickin pit :|

I'm trying to sort this just now and so far have got as far as the tops of the kitchen cupboards. Time for a brew. Started doing this 20 minutes ago and am dripping with sweat already. The plan was to have a day's break of solitude when the wee yin goes back to school, then tackle the bombsite I live in. Unfortunately, I forgot that planning bluddy anything is useless cos there will always be unexpected visitors/sudden appointments that I can't put off/anything else that will cause my split second planning to go awry.

Anyone seen Dylan Moran's 'Like totally'? He talks about how the night before work you plan to the millisecond what time your alarm should go off. Then there's the bit in the morning when you re-assess. I do that with everything.

Fortunately the clock at work had predicted this. I discovered on Thursday (the day before I finished there) that the clock was 5 minutes fast. For 2 months I've been worrying about being 3 minutes late every day. No, I didn't manage to adjust my timetable enough to cover this. I got up earlier, had breakfast earlier then re-assessed what time the bleepy thing on my mobile should tell me to GO TO WORK.

*feet up, watching Frasier*

My Dad and Step-mum are due next Saturday. This week I have to sort out the DSS stuff, meet P, meet ex, check out an address across the feckin road from Mad Woman that my niece has been offered by council and do a 'food shop'.

Also, deep clean the whole house and try to stay sane whilst being bombarded by bastarding hormoans. Thanks for that, Body (that refuses to behave)

In other news ... Mini is bloody brilliant even though him and his wee mates have been mega messy and farty all over the house. No, you can't have baked beans ever again. He's the best and I'm way lucky to have him. Not depressed then. Just overwhelmed.

:wave: