I suck at housework.
Clean I can do, tidy I cannot.
I need this to change because it’s majorly getting me down.
Today I have decided I’m going to really, really try to sort things out. I have attacked the kitchen already – the floor needs washing but aside from that it is tidy, organised and more clean than not. There is a box of stuff headed for the charity shop and I can stand in the room and feel calm and happy.
I want that feeling in the rest of the house.
I’m going to start with the Kid’s bedroom now, whilst they are at their Dad’s house, then make my way round the rest of the house over the next few days. Once I’ve done the big mass clear out and clean up, it will be easier to maintain, right?
This is my theory anyway.
It has to work because I’m feeling a bit wobbly at the moment and it’s starting to feel like life is too big a mountain to climb again. I don’t want to feel like that, I’ve been there and it’s no fun and it makes everyone else miserable too.
I’ve hit breaking point, but this time I’m fighting back.