With the exception of the growing pile of washing sitting in piles on the kitchen floor, the house is back to some sort of order. Piles of paperwork have been shredded so I can see the dining room table again, rubbish has been cleared from the conservatory, the only thing in there is the ironing waiting to be tackled, the dust wiped from the surfaces and the floor hoovered.
Children were given various jobs, washing up, clean bathroom, sweep bedroom floors (ha that one I have yet to see be done properly), so on and so forth.
I can guarantee it will stay decent for at least today then it will be it's usual mess once hubby gets home.
If however, he thinks I will be tidying up after him this week then he will be wrong.
This worm is a changing

