I had a mini breakdown today, tears, panic, palpitations, anger, you name the emotion I've demonstrated it today. Much to the annoyance, derision and pity of DH. I'm now in bed mulling things over with a glass of red. What could have caused all this you ask? I'll tell you, housework, laundry and general to do list type jobs. I'm 7 months into my maternity leave with a man, a 6 month old daughter, a dog, two guinea pigs and some fish to look after. I wouldn't consider myself a domestic goddess by any stretch of the imagination but I do think I am giving myself a hard time here. I mean yes, my cream carpets might be speckled with fluff but it's not like we're living with half an inch of dust or with poo speckled toilet bowls. So despite the house appearing to the slightly blind eye relatively clean I cannot seem to gain any perspective. I spend my days sweeping, picking up, cooking, washing up but can I find time to dust the skirts or clean the curtains. My to do list is off the page. Please help ladies, do you feel like your home is more sty than style? Am I being far too much of a perfectionist? Or if not how on bloody earth do you lot find time to clean your oven and wash your blinds?