I am driving myself mad. Think Bree Vandekamp, thats me.
I cant sit. I cant just sit down and relax until 'everything is done'.
Most evenings i dont sit down til gone 10pm.
On my days off, i spend most of it cleaning and tidying. But not just tidying, i'll 'gut' a room regulary.
I cant settle if the floor needs hovering, the surfaces need wiping and then glass cleaning will never buy granite again the patio windows need cleaning from dog stalther, the list goes on. Im twitchy and dont enjoy the rest time til its done.
The worst thing is that i enjoy it.
But im getting a bit sick of the rountine and it never stays tidy (2 kids, 1 dh, 1 dog, 2 cats!) and iconstantly hear my friends talk of thier relaxing evenings that im realising that this isnt very normal.
My husband is the complete opposite, very unorganised and untidy, but does his bit for a quiet life i suspect! He says all the time "come sit down!" whilst Im cleaning/tidying/sorting on an evening whilst hes liged on the sofa!
Tbh, i think im getting on his nerves a bit, im getting on my own!
Why cant i just relax?