Yesterday I attacked my mum's cupboards with a vengeance! You could never get everything in, and there were tins of soup and other bits and pieces on the kitchen tops and in bags all over the place. This isn't helped by the fact the kitchen is so small you couldn't swing a cat in there...(not that I have tried this...ever...though I did know a boy who did, not in my mums kitchen!) So after cleaning all the pots, I got set to on the food cupboards....I am not lying when I say I have filled 2 bin bags, and not the small ones, the huge dustbin liner type ones, with out of date tins, packets, jars and spices. After doing two double cupboards, I then decided to leave the 3 she has of plates, pans, unknown items and pots until another day!

Next job was to clean the oven...I don't think it has been done since she bought it about 5 years ago! Out comes Mr Muscle, and after getting instructions off my dad (I DO know how to clean an oven, shame you don't!) I set too covering it in foam....left for 2 hours while I went food shopping...well I could fit things in the cupboards now which seem practically bare! After realising it was a tougher job than Mr Muscle could handle, we gave it a 2nd coat of Cif...after scraping what burnt bits I could from the bottom of the oven. Leaving it 2 hours again while we went to visit friends, who wern't in, I came home to try again....hadn't even scratched the surface! So back to Mr Muscle for one last go, this time leaving it until after tea and a couple of glasses of wine with friends of mum and dad...(I really wish I hadn't heard some things best not heard by children from their parents!) I attacked it for one last time....Suffice to say, it will do! At least now when we put the oven on we are not choked with fumes!!

Blogging in my brain....

So, after switching the computer off last night and going to bed, I begin to blog again in my brain...1.06am...why did I switch the computer off?!!
I contemplate getting out of bed and switching it back on to get it all down, then worry that my other half will walk in in the middle of my blog and cart me off the the funny farm...'proof she is a mad woman!' would be the cries.
Not wanting to chance it, I find some paper and jot down my thoughts.....

Why is it I have a mad urge to clean my house? Seriously, I am rearranging the furniture downstairs, putting the mountain that is my sons toys stashed behind the sofa away in neat boxes, never to be played with again - ok, for months - and do a mental floor plan - one sofa hear, other there, could I get away with moving the display cabinet (which I hate but is inherited), table there, playpen there, kids toys here....on it goes. My mind is all up for it, shame my body wasn't as willing! Though I think the thing that really clinched it was it is probably not a great idea to start vacuuming the house at 1am in the morning, not good for neighbourly relations! Otherwise, I think my brain might have won the battle!

This was all started (the conversation with myself...) with the idea of talking to strangers, them asking me a question and me staring back as if they had asked me to slap them round the face with a wet fish...where does all this come from???!!

So I fight with my brain telling it to switch off, put down the pen and attempt to sleep....
The last time I looked at the clock it was 3am...then woken by my son at 4.15am, again at 5.30 am, and up for a pee at 6.35, wondering if something awful has happened to my other half due to his absence....

In he strolls through the door at 6.45am, by which time my son is wide awake and ready to play....getting no response from us trying to grab a few seconds more much needed sleep, he decides to turn the light on in the baby's room and wake her up...sigh. No good, have to get up now....

So began my day. And, when I have finished this, I am off to do my floor plan! It's gotta be done!
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