I am absolutely fine until it comes to putting dry laundry away again!
Needs to be done so I can escape for a lone wolfess day tomorrow.
I need a mantra, half hour it will all be over, apart from the stuff drying on the line, 30 little minutes after this coffee.
After the school run this morning, I have washed and hung x2 loads of laundry, cleared kitchen, done x2 rounds of washing up and dried, emptied kid's room of dirty clothes, plates, drink cans, am almost in a position to run the hoover round, compost, recycling, put in bread dough to make burger buns, put away all revision books and papers that have been hanging around for past month or so as exams are finished today.
So why can't I do dry clean laundry?
I just hate it, it's not because it doesn't stay done because nothing I have to do stays done.
30 small minutes.
I might be the piles done on kitchen table, then "reward myself" with the fun job of shaping and second proving bun dough, whilst that is second proving, do the running up and down with piles of bastard clean dry, then bake buns ready for later and then shower and go for walk and cheeky afternoon tipple with H who is off work today.
There job - reward ish - job - rewards