First, define your terms
Oct. 29th, 2006 06:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ailbheWe just got back. I'm about to cook dinner and then I have to tidy the house for the cleaners tomorrow. Turns out Rob defines "tidy" as "clear the floors and hoover," so the bit the hired help does is already done but the bit they don't do isn't, so I need to start in the bathroom so that at least that gets cleaned - they can't clean surfaces so covered in junk they're invisible, after all.
I am not crying. He has at least found Child Trust Fund paperwork and shoved it in a crate full of random paperwork, so I can sort that shortly and put things where they ought to go.
Dinner's going to be pasta and pesto, though. And I can't for the life of me work out where I am going to put the printer he acquired for us. It's huge.
Edit: I am far, far too tired, and Rob made Emer cry again, so I took the baby and he made pasta with half a jar of pesto, and the cleared the easily clearable bathroom surfaces. The rest can wait. If all I have to do during the week is keep the place tidy, then more rooms will get tidied and therefore cleaned in following weeks.
Linnea was an angel apart from one bout of toddleresque whinging on the trip home, and is now exhausted (two days of 6-hour-travelling, with a night of 9 hours' sleep in a single bed with me AND Emer in it too - poor baby). We met a five-year old who told me that crisps have salt in - "I know." "Then why are you eating them?" "Because I'm hungry," - and refused to accept the gifts Linnea drew for her on the grounds that they weren't proper drawings. She was a lovely five year old, but will be lovelier when she's learned some of the tongue-biting tactics that make for pleasant social interaction.
I am not crying. He has at least found Child Trust Fund paperwork and shoved it in a crate full of random paperwork, so I can sort that shortly and put things where they ought to go.
Dinner's going to be pasta and pesto, though. And I can't for the life of me work out where I am going to put the printer he acquired for us. It's huge.
Edit: I am far, far too tired, and Rob made Emer cry again, so I took the baby and he made pasta with half a jar of pesto, and the cleared the easily clearable bathroom surfaces. The rest can wait. If all I have to do during the week is keep the place tidy, then more rooms will get tidied and therefore cleaned in following weeks.
Linnea was an angel apart from one bout of toddleresque whinging on the trip home, and is now exhausted (two days of 6-hour-travelling, with a night of 9 hours' sleep in a single bed with me AND Emer in it too - poor baby). We met a five-year old who told me that crisps have salt in - "I know." "Then why are you eating them?" "Because I'm hungry," - and refused to accept the gifts Linnea drew for her on the grounds that they weren't proper drawings. She was a lovely five year old, but will be lovelier when she's learned some of the tongue-biting tactics that make for pleasant social interaction.