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Today was absolutely horrible until about 2pm. Now it feels like a lovely relaxing day.
I started off by washing paint off the dining room floor. And clearing the books from under Linnea's bed so I could push the trundle back in, and bellowing, roaring, screaming, shouting and howling at Linnea to get her to reshelve the books so that they're not an actual hazard.
Then I washed out the washing machine, and rewashed the last two loads to be done in it, so that they are clean and not smelly. I also did two dishwasher-loads, and dealt with a ton of food waste - leftovers, and potato peelings, and mouldy bara brith (sob!), and teabags. And I washed a bunch of teapots.
And by the time the cleaning lady arrived it was clear enough that she and her assistant were able to actually clean a fair bit of the house. They'd get more done in the time if we were tidier but that's an ongoing battle for us.
The house was such a tip this morning that the children used pallets of rice-milk cartons as tables to eat their breakfasts off. I couldn't reach the kettle past the chaos on the counter. Reader, I cried like... well, like a thwarted toddler.
I got so annoyed at the mess that I was too queasy to eat, so that helped. And eventually I managed a cup of bouillon and some grapes, hand-fed by the children. They did have breakfast and lunch, inelegantly. And the next meal should be straightforward to arrange.
After the cleaners had gone the Ebayer who sold us a second-hand table arrived and now that's in the bay window in the front room. Linnea seized on it and demanded to Play Homeschool, so they've been doing sums and writing and, um, eating grapes and building things with cuisenaire rods. I have learned that Linnea likes to form her numbers 6 and 9 in reverse.
I wonder how long the novelty of doing things at a table like school will last.
I started off by washing paint off the dining room floor. And clearing the books from under Linnea's bed so I could push the trundle back in, and bellowing, roaring, screaming, shouting and howling at Linnea to get her to reshelve the books so that they're not an actual hazard.
Then I washed out the washing machine, and rewashed the last two loads to be done in it, so that they are clean and not smelly. I also did two dishwasher-loads, and dealt with a ton of food waste - leftovers, and potato peelings, and mouldy bara brith (sob!), and teabags. And I washed a bunch of teapots.
And by the time the cleaning lady arrived it was clear enough that she and her assistant were able to actually clean a fair bit of the house. They'd get more done in the time if we were tidier but that's an ongoing battle for us.
The house was such a tip this morning that the children used pallets of rice-milk cartons as tables to eat their breakfasts off. I couldn't reach the kettle past the chaos on the counter. Reader, I cried like... well, like a thwarted toddler.
I got so annoyed at the mess that I was too queasy to eat, so that helped. And eventually I managed a cup of bouillon and some grapes, hand-fed by the children. They did have breakfast and lunch, inelegantly. And the next meal should be straightforward to arrange.
After the cleaners had gone the Ebayer who sold us a second-hand table arrived and now that's in the bay window in the front room. Linnea seized on it and demanded to Play Homeschool, so they've been doing sums and writing and, um, eating grapes and building things with cuisenaire rods. I have learned that Linnea likes to form her numbers 6 and 9 in reverse.
I wonder how long the novelty of doing things at a table like school will last.