I'm not a one for a clean and sparkling home, living in an old beamed cottage in village, having a mud loving dog and 2 children and a husband who all play football kind of sees to that.
Don't get me wrong, theres nothing nicer than freshly laundered sheets and line hung washing - so yes I always make the time for that. When I look round my house I don't see a dreadful mess but nor do I see a palace - its a lived in family home, simple as that.
Lately however I have been finding it slipping away from me a bit, life has just been so busy and we have had building work going on so I kind of havent bothered. I venture into the bathroom knowing I am going to find it messy and frankly not even up to my standards and heaven forbid you should open a cupboard anywhere.
I've kind of enjoyed the extra time to myself though, have read a novel which I haven't done in ages - picked up my crocheting again and watched the odd film with OH too. Last week I sat in the garden under the apple tree with my book and the dog at my feet and realised I couldnt remember the last time I had done that and how good it felt to have that little time of peacefulness.
The end of the building work is however now in site, im faced with a mountain of dust and dirt and spiders webs everywhere, shall I make a plan of action? tackle a bit each day? spend a day getting it spik and span? probably! (although I have decided the whole family can help this time) - but for now i'm planning to pick up my book and venture back into the garden.....
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