What do you do all day?

Hear that? It’s the sound of my standards slipping. Those of you familiar with this blog will be amazed – because my standards are generally so low anyway. You’ll be horrified to find, that at least as regards housework, it is actually possible for them to slip even further. My obsessive compulsive relatives by marriage will be amazed that there is any further for my housekeeping standards TO slip – but I assure you that it is possible.

At least on a bad day.

In my defence, I’ve been doing other things – not housework, obviously. I’ve been cooking and washing up. I’ve been washing and drying. I’ve been mending (remarkable – how far will I go to NOT do housework). I’ve been playing with children (and putting them on and off and on and off and on and off potties and toilets), I’ve been blogging. I dusted (using a pillow chase as I changed the sheets) – I changed the sheets.

I wandered around the garden. I cooked more (empanadas for dinner the other night – lots of messing around – especially making the pastry but that’s one dinner and two days of lunches all round!). I washed up again. I put clothes away and picked up crap – sorry – toys – from the floors – and picked them up again – and again – and again.

I drank wine – not enough, obviously, but some. I decided on my next next project – apart from the Happy Clappy. I thought about knitting. I refereed fights. I told children I loved them (this is not a lie – it’s only sometimes that I try to give them away). I read them stories. I rang tradespeople and for test results and paid bills and did a media release for the P and F. I shouted at everyone. I took out the rubbish and the recycling.

I used correct grammar in my last blog and made Rachel happy.

What I didn’t do was housework of the vacuuming, floor washing, bathroom cleaning variety. And my husband asks me what I do all day. Well, I don’t do the housework.

Juno is still growing, but slowly. I wound the next skein into a ball by hand using the backs of 2 chairs as a swift. This took much less time than my last encounter with my not-very-useful cone winder. I may put it back up for auction on ebay unless the Accountant (who, as a handyman is an excellent accountant) can make it work properly.

Although, I must admit, I have been thinking how nice it would be to have a spotless house and clean windows and a beautiful garden. It must be spring. Perhaps I can get someone else to do the housework. I’ll watch. I like to watch other people do housework. Preferably while I knit socks.