Sunday, 29 March 2009
Tip 1 - And the ironing pile from hell
TIP 1: DON'T ATTEMPT TO CLIMB OVER DOGGY STAIRGATE IN A HURRY
Particularly if you are as clumsy and accident prone as I am, otherwise you will end up with bruises similar to those received in a title fight with Mike Tyson.
Sorry, perhaps I had better introduce myself, I am a mummy, not quite as yummy as I would like, I could say 6ft blonde and, although that is true, it would be a little misleading and might give you the wrong image of me. I am a blonde bombshell trapped in the body of a 30-something (Oh god, nearer to 40-something) . Having said that, I don't think I've ever been described as a bombshell, more like a doodlebug, you know, the ones you have to be careful of when they go quiet.
I live in a household of men. One husband, two sons, one male dog and two male cats. Not sure exactly how that happened but here I am in domestic servitude to a male menagerie of assorted creed and colour.
I am indeed horribly accident prone. Probably because, as a working mummy, I am always on the run. Hence always bumping into things. I hold down about 6 jobs at once, the penalty of being self employed, as well as running the house, walking the dog, taking the kids to school, being treasurer of the local scouts, being an amateur thesp, teaching voluntarily at school, studying at Uni and trying to retain my sanity in my spare (HA HA) time.
The one thing I am good at is that I am extremely organised. 'Of course' I hear you say 'Otherwise how else would she be able to do all those things'. The trouble is that I end up taking on too much and rush around injuring myself en route.
Domestic Goddessism is a talent which has taken many years to cultivate and has resulted in a whole pile of tips and hints for daily life, almost as big as my ironing pile which currently stands at about Snowdon proportions but aiming towards Kilimanjaro in the near future. Did I mention that I hate ironing! The fact that my washing machine is currently broken is in no way my fault and nothing to do with my reluctance to create yet more ironing for myself.
Dog crying out for a walk so must dash (ouch, hits knees on desk on way out). Remember, be careful over doggy stairgates otherwise your legs will end up a mottled shade of green and purple just like mine!