The only thing my poor exhausted children wanted to do this morning was stay at home. To say that I am Not Very Good At This would be an understatement. I go stir crazy within five minutes if I feel I can’t go out. I can feel the walls closing in. I acknowledge this may be at least partly due to the vile mess my house is in at the moment.
So I decided to tidy up…
My children began to look slightly scared as I hurled clothes, books and toys into binbags.
This afternoon, while the thespians were rehearsing, Iona and I delivered six bags and a large box of books to the charity shop. Result. I only marred things slightly by impulse buying a chair (justification: we needed it, it almost matches, it was only a fiver)
… and a few books (no justification possible, but look, aren’t they pretty?)
I may have to do more weeding out tomorrow to justify this binge buying.