Review of the Dyson V6 Absolute
I have a confession to make; I recently posted on facebook that in the search for the perfect dog one of the requirements was that it would be of a non-shedding variety. I cited this reason as to me having allergies. Now I DO have severe allergies, that part is true, but I have been tested twice and I am not in any way, shape or form allergic to dogs. Not one jot. I listed the non-shedding as a requirement simply because I detest vacuuming and I want to do it as little as possible. You see, my vacuum...
Housework – swings and roundabouts.
We have had electricians through our house every day for the past 2-3 weeks and asbestos removers for the few weeks before that. At first I was like Shit, we need to clean up when the workmen get here cos you, know, mess. And at first I did; made sure the loo was pristine in case they needed to use it, cleared and wiped the dining table after every meal, made sure the laundry door was closed because you know, mess, religiously did the dishes after every meal, tidied up toys every mofo day and generally tried to make...
If Peter Pan was a Mother…..
Before I was a mother I used to eat chocolate for breakfast chased down with three coffees. I used to have a cleaning lady because hubby and I both worked full time and we could afford it. Before I had kids I never used to take pride in my car – I prided myself on the fact I could spend an impromptu night at a friends and have everything I needed already with me. Now I am a Mother, with being grown-up a vital requisition, I am sometimes afraid I am not good enough, not worthy of being a parent....
How Husbands and Wives Move House.
So, as you know, we are moving house next week. I thought I would give you a run down of the process of the moving thought process behind our marriage, as this will be the fifth time we have moved house in six years, with 4 out of 5 including kidlets of sorts. It usually goes like this. I get a phone call from hubby at work telling me that his transfer to (xxx) has been accepted. There – that’s his bit done, his share of the moving thought process. I immediately start thinking. And planning. And thinking. And planning. And...
The one about the suitcase….
Any “Everybody Loves Raymond” fans out there?? This episode is pure GOLD and perfectly sums up a VERY common problem in our household. Who unpacks the suitcase??? Debra and Ray go away and the suitcase stays on the staircase landing for three weeks whilst each waits for the other to unpack it. Its a battle of the wills until Ray needs to use it to go away for a work trip. Totally hilarious and if you have time, click and enjoy. Mr Point Five and I used to use suitcases frequently as we live in the...
Dangling the Proverbial and oh-so Sexy Carrot
So Mr Point Five and I were watching Sunrise the other morning and they had a segment on wives using sex as a reward for their husbands for doing various chores around the home. I was looking over at hubby who was avidly watching the segment with a look of both abject horror and defeat on his face. I said to him See honey? You’re not the only poor bastard husband who has to earn his pleasure. There are enough of you to warrant an entire Sunrise segment 🙂 Now I know some of you may look pityingly on...
Suck it up Baby!
How do you vacuum?? I have a three tier system. 1. Stuff that MUST be picked up and put away(useful stuff that will be missed)/thrown in the bin as it is too big to vacuum. This stuff is annoying and I often test the limits of what the Dyson will or wont inhale as I am too lazy to actually bend over and pick it up. This step includes CARPERPETUATION – (kar’pur pet u a shun) n. The act, when vacuuming, of running over a string or a piece or lint at least a dozen times, reaching over and picking it...
Protected: Your Throne – My Toilet.
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Put the laundry away? Yeah, not gonna happen.
There is something wrong with me. Seriously. I am a grown woman. I have given birth to two children. I maintain a home, of sorts. I used to hold down a full-time job of responsibility. And yet, I simply CANNOT move the folded washing to the room it belongs to. WORST JOB IN THE WORLD. My nemesis. Apart from Boris. I wish I had OCD. Not Obsessive Coffee Disorder, I have that. I would rather go and change a pooey nappy. Or Two or Five. Than relocate folded clothes to drawers. Why? Riddle me why??? This is my clean washing pile. ...
Housework won’t kill you – but why take the chance?
This sign should be on my front door. I have a love-hate relationship about being a SAHM. I love that I get to witness all the little milestones that my kidlets achieve and I love that I get to cuddle and kiss them whenever I want. I love all the little giggles that I witness and cause, and I love the convenience of being at home with all my things about me. I hate the fact that being a SAHM is not just that. It is also being a SAHC, a Stay At Home Cleaner, which I never really...