Housework A-Go-Go

There is something about this house that just generates rubbish. Rubbish, Junk, Toot, Crap, Clutter - not to mention the dust, fluff and hair, all on top of the laundry and dirty dishes and what-have-you.

While I am a very organised person, the chaos in this house is generally organised. I say "generally" thanks to people moving stuff and not putting stuff away. It's the kids mostly, but Jo isn't a neat freak, and when I'm having an off-day, I couldn't give a crap where I dump stuff. Add in the animals, and you've got the perfect mix for a shit-hole.

With Jo being poorly, I'm trying my damnest to keep on top of the housework, but am losing.

Losing badly.

I got up this morning - still armed with my stinking headache - and tripped & stumbled out the bedroom, tripped & stumbled to the loo, stood on sharp things in the hallway and lounge, and had to clear the sofa off before Jaysen could sit on it. Now I am back from a cold grey school run, the harsh light of the day is showing how much crap there is that needs doing today. I've made of the list I should do, but will update it as I get stuff done - armed with my trusty laptop. Suffice to say, Dan will be a busy bunny in Chez 0ddness today...

• Sweeping the downstairs (1: Check - done and done)
  
• Mop the downstairs (2: Check - Done and hurting! Not a good start really)
  
• Vacuum the stairs (11: Check - - without pulling the hoover down on top of me!)
• Put away Tams toys (3: Check - again)
  
• Put away DVDs/PS2 games (4: Check-a-roo)
  
• Vacuum the lounge (5: Check - and no toys sucked up)
  
• Vacuum the landing (6: Check)
  
• Vacuum the up-stairs (Seriously cannot face the kids rooms)
  
• Clean the loo (7: Check - you can now eat out of it... If you want)
  
• Washing (8: In progress... Forever!)
  
• Folding laundry (9: Check - Jo got up and did it while I did #10)
  
• Drying up/Putting away (Screw it - it can dry itself)
  
• Washing up (10: Check - and I look like I've pee'd myself)
  
• Feed Jo & Tam (And done)
  
• Carry laundry downstairs (5: Much hefting, but ouch. Er, Check)
  

And no doubt, all this will be punctuated by phone calls, texts, generic pain, headache... I can't wait...


Edit: Nearly done... for lunch...
Edit2: Done, done and... well, if anyone has a tranquilliser handy, may I point your attention to the large target that is my arse. And it's only 12.10 in the afternoon. Yay School Run in less than two hours.