Today I’m taking a “day off?”. It’s a day off work but it’s to do work at home. I thought I was going to have a nervous breakdown or possibly an aneurism from stressing about how dirty our flat was. It was moderately tidy but it was dirty. I hadn’t cleaned the bathroom in such a long time and hubby hadn’t vacuumed the floor in some time – there was hair bunching up in corners where our feet often walked and pushed it aside. So here I am. I’ve vacuumed the floor, cleaned the bathroom, cleaned the kitchen, put on some washing and I’m very tired and hungry now.
It’s true what they say about Pringles – once you pop you can’t stop! I just had some Tomato and Mozarella (new flavour) while waiting for the oven to heat up to cook my lunch. They were good and it took alot of effort to stop eating them. So I guess it’s actually not true that once you pop you can’t stop, but it’s very difficult.
I’m thinking of not having a party for my birthday, but declaring that everyone has to come out to the pub on a specific night. That way I don’t have to clean anything up, it’s implicit that I won’t be paying, it’s a good excuse to have a bit of fun, I get to catch up with people I don’t get to see often enough and I’ll still probably get a few presents from people that really like me.