I had a call today from friends who had unexpectedly ended up close to our house.
It was a tip and I was unable to say no to the suggestion as they wanted to see us and kids.
They said they'd be here in about 30 minutes.
As soon as I put the phone down I felt like crying! They have a lovely home. It's clean and tidy and well decorated. They feed us so well and it's never inconvenient.
I sent my DH to sainsburys and sorted kids. I then had 20 minutes to clean the shithole.
I cleaned the bathroom (sink, sides and toilet), the kitchen (again sink, sides, did last nights dinner and this mornings breakfast dishes, chucked "stuff" in cupboards) and living room (threw everything into kids bedrooms and ran Hoover over wooden flooring).
The kids decided to play upstairs their daughter came down and said "I can't play up there! It's a mess and we can't find anything!"
My "d"h thinks I should have left something and quickly sorted a bedroom for the kids to play in.
He will
Do it next time and I will go to sainsburys.
WIU? I thought is prioritised pretty well!
Sorry for the epic post. Pissed me of because he had the "easy" job.