The Silver Fox is away and for some reason this spurs me into action to clean, tidy, fix, move and rearrange.
Nothing is safe. I have sugar soaped walls, cleaned bathroom cupboards, sorted linen, fixed photo frames. Even the washing and ironing is up to date!
Nothing is safe.
I have threatened the Teenagers with death should they leave dirty dishes lying around. That they need to pick up after themselves and keep their rooms c-l-e-a-n. A foreign concept to Master T apparently.
Nag, nag, nag
I'm not sure why? I think taking 1 person out of the everyday mix changes the dynamics of things. I feel the responsibility of being in charge.
I am sleeping better though compared to when the Silver Fox usually goes away. I speak to him nightly to catch each other up.
I appreciate the tidy bug though. I think it de-clutters my house and mind and organizes both. Not a bad thing really.
Tonight after I take Miss T to work I will sort my wardrobe, sugar soap the walls and take my cast offs to a charity shop before I can sneak items back to the 'maybe one day' part of my wardrobe.
So, it is tidy tidy time here. Then what I wonder?
ciao for now
just Martha xx
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