The McLean Palace

I was thinking about housework today as I took part in my Saturday morning housework before the arrival of my visitors. I admit it, I am not the most house proud of people. I wish I was. I wish I cared but I just don't, it's not me and I refuse to apologise for it.

Most people who visit my house would tell you "it's always clean and tidy when I visit". That's because I have cleaned for you coming. I will leave it to the last minute and I will panic about your visit but I will make sure that by the time you ring the doorbell, I have emptied my bins, hoovered my floors, cleaned all skirting boards and if you are really important I might have shake n vac'd my rugs. Although I personally couldn't care less about the housework, I do care about what other people think of me. No matter how any times I speak to myself and say  'only you can allow others to make you feel inferior', I don't think it has quite sunk in yet.

I am trying though, to care less. Before I had JC I didn't really have to worry too much about it because I had plenty of time to do housework and I had the handy excuse of working full time. Now I feel like there is some sort of increased expectation on me to be cleaning and doing housey stuff now that I am 'at home doing nothing all day!' lol. That kind of crap only comes out of the mouths of people who either don't have kids or whose kids are older and they've forgot what it's like to have a wee one needing 100% attention.

So my take on it is, if you don't think my house is clean and tidy enough, either ask me where the hoover is and get on with it or don't bother visiting because I'm fed up trying to be something I'm not. If you keep an immaculate house then good for you, I wish I was that regimented. I'm too busy living my life than cleaning in preparation for it.

Over and Out!