With two young children, and a husband who has a complete aversion to throwing ANYTHING out, tidying up in this house is like trying to shovel snow off your drive in the middle of a blizzard.
I have to battle with things like ‘Keep all them empty cans of Coke. I might need them to make a tin can necklace/build a spaceship/etc etc.
Trying to get the kids to keep their room tidy is also fun. I get ‘I LIKE them all in the middle of the floor. They don’t like being in the toybox.”
Despite a perfectly good bedroom to play in, jigsaws migrate downstairs despite being told to keep them in their room, then the next thing you know you’re getting jabbed up the butt with a stray Peppa Pig jigsaw piece when you try to sit down.
Then there’s the fact that we have 85 of everything, such as kitchen implements. Sorting through the kitchen drawers on any given day will yield 3 cheese graters (I mean WHY? How many blocks of cheese are we going to be grating all at the same time?!) .
Then there’s the wardrobes. I’m guilty of this one as well. I’ve got a few skirts and dresses from when I was about 18 and haven’t got a chance in hell of ever fitting into again, so why keep them?!
Maybe to serve as an incentive to fit back into them again?! Well it hasn’t worked yet, but you never know it might do one day!
I feel a wield of the black bin bag coming on. Just don’t tell the other half or the kids. Any moaning and all three of them might end up in the bin themselves.