Miss Terrific Two clambers into her seat, I fasten her intricate seat belt and away we go. Music turned up loud (this morning it was Stevie Nicks - an oldie but a goodie) we cruise home at a reasonably leisurely pace.
I couldn't give two hoots about everyone else around me racing from here to there like a bunch of headless chooks, I have no reason to rush...so therefore I don't.
At home I walk into a state of organised chaos. Everything, of course, has a place....I just don't really care where that place is. My typical laissez-faire attitude to housework is evident everywhere. Beds made, albeit messily. Dishes rinsed, stacked in the sink...but unwashed. Floor un-vacuumed although the vacuum cleaner is in it's customary place - smack in the middle of the floor...so it looks like I'm 'about' to start cleaning. Toys are littered hither-tither around the house.
But nowhere is my slap-dash personality more evident than in the laundry. The Never-Ending pile sits there...waiting...waiting. It's a continuous cycle of wash, hang out, bring in, fold up, put away. Although I admit I don't really get much further than the 'bring in' stage.....Hence Mt Kosciwashko, a permanent fixture in our household.
|To be honest...this is about a quarter of it, the rest wouldn't fit in the photo.|
What is your least favourite household chore to partake in? Are you a clean freak or a laid-back housekeeper like myself?