Right, now on to the subject of housework!
I AM SO GLAD THAT SO MANY OF YOU HAVE DIRTY/DUSTY/NEGLECTED HOUSES!
Honestly!
I have been beating myself up over the state of my house and full of guilt when DP comes home from work to find the only real change to the house is the addition of more dust and detritous!
I was not the worlds most motivated to clean in the first place but at least before I was either at uni or doing uni work so there was no guilt attatched to it!
Now, I'm at home all day, nearly every damned day. I have no responsibilities other than housework and absolutely no motivation to to any what so ever!
If I was visiting, and this was someone elses house, I would be disgusted and in the car on the way home I'd probably be saying to DP how I don't understand how that persons house could be so bad when they have nothing to do all day! Or at the very least I'd be thinking it!
But it's not someone elses house and I can't just drive away from it! I'm stuck within it's walls, dreading anybody coming to visit!
I've been loosing my temper with the poor cats because bending down to refill their food bowls hurts - sometimes I get stuck and have to crawl into the hall to use the stairs to help me stand up again! It is, at least a funny sight if nothing else!
I know I'm pregnant and the boulder in my abdomen makes everything a bit harder and I know that I've been getting SPD symptoms and housework flares it all up but none of that is the reason for the housework not getting done, it's all just a very convienient excuse!
I wouldn't even say I'm idle, as such, I keep myself busy all day and haven't spent a day (or part of one) lying on the sofa watching TV in so long I'm considering cancelling our cable subscription!
I JUST HAVE NO MOTIVATION TO CLEAN AND TIDY
From my seat here I can see vast amounts of housework that needs doing, I'm embarrased, disgusted with it and desparate for the house to be clean as a whistle and regumentaly tidy, but still the motivation to tackle it illudes me!
I'm terrified that I'm going to go into labour and have to bring my beautiful new baby home to this God forsaken hell hole, but still the motivation illudes me!
I feel guilty that DP goes out to work every day, hates every second of it and comes home to have to do the washing up before he can so much as make himself a cup of tea, but still the motivation illudes me!
I can only conclude that I hate my house and desperately want to move to a house in a better area with two or more bedrooms so much that I'm unable to summon the motivation to care for this one!