It’s day three of The Organised Housewife challenge. Before I give you the run down on my eventful day, cast your eye over today’s list.
WEDNESDAYS TASK LIST:
After a big day of cleaning yesterday today is the day to relax, invite some friends over for a coffee or go visit them, take the day off!
- Shower and dress yourself
- Make your bed
- Put on a load of washing
- Prepare lunches for family
- Put away clean dishes washed from night before and empty dishwasher
- Wipe down kitchen bench and sink
- Check the kids have completed their tasks.
- Catch up with a friend for coffee
- Clean ensuite bathroom
- Clean other bathroom
- Clean toilets
- Refill all toilet paper holders
- Take washing off line
- Fold and put away washing
- Cook dinner
- Wash dishes, leave in rack to put away in morning
- Pack dishwasher and turn on
- Wipe down kitchen bench and sink
- Relax and spend some well deserved time with your family
Yippee! Wednesday sounds like it is much more up my street! I’m a little confused though why The Organised Housewife has given me the day off, but still given me a huge list of things to do. I’m sure it’s probably just a cut and paste error or something!
It’s just as well The Organised Housewife gave me permission to slack off a little today as I take The Woo, Foghorn and Bubble to playgroup in the park on Wednesday mornings. It breaks up the day nicely for us, wears Foghorn and Bubble out before their nap, and gives us all a chance to get out of the house and meet new friends.
It is unfortunate therefore, that after today’s events I am in two minds whether or not to return. The two hour playgroup session ends with all the mums and children sitting around in a circle on the grass for a little sing-a-long. One little tot, no doubt exhausted from the mornings frivolities, began to get fidgety and whingy. In a desperate bid to cheer her little fella up, his Mum blew a playful raspberry on his neck. The Woo and Foghorn, unfortunately, have reached the stage where bodily noises are a great source of humour and they both began to giggle.
When I tried to hush them, ready for the next song, The Woo announced loudly to the group “Mummy farts in the bath.”
“Yeah, Mummy is stinky!” Foghorn added holding his nose, and both boys rolled back onto the grass with their legs in the air to chuckle at their joke!
Nice one guys!
I have got sixteen and a half years until The Woo turns twenty-one, and eighteen years for Foghorn. That should give me ample time to plot my revenge and come up with something really embarrassing for their big birthday bashes! Yeah, that’s right…I’m storing that one up for a later date!
On the way home I stopped off at the local supermarket to pick up a loaf of bread, some ham, and some grapes. It sounds simple doesn’t it? With three small children in-toe though, nothing is simple!
The Woo and Foghorn took it in turns to try to ram one another with the child-sized trolley they insisted on getting to ‘help’ me. I placed Bubble down for a moment to grab a bag to put the fruit into and she wasted no time in grabbing handfuls of grapes and filling her little cheeks with them, ‘til the juice ran down her chin.
Two public menaces with selective hearing, and a grape thief – it was incompetent parenting at its finest!
By the time we finally left the supermarket I was feeling suitably frazzled. As we stood at the lights waiting to cross, I told the boys to hold hands and hoisted Bubble up onto my hip. Even though the little man hadn’t turned green, a smiley-faced tradie stopped and gestured for us to cross. Chivalry is not dead after all, I thought as I ushered my tribe across the road.
I smiled and mouthed “Thank You.”
He grinned and winked at me.
It wasn’t until I reached the other side of the street that I realised, during the heaving of my daughter up onto my hip, I had somehow managed to get my cowl neck jumper caught up in her legs, to the effect that the bra on my right breast was exposed in all its pink, lacy finery!
It is for these reasons outlined above, that I decided to spend the rest of the day following The Organised Housewife’s task list. I decided that it was probably just safer that way. No one ever died of humiliation whilst stacking a dishwasher, or gave a passing tradie an eyeful whilst refilling toilet roll holders, did they?
Consider me reformed Organised Housewife. Tomorrow I shall follow your list to the letter…just don’t make me take my children out in public again, PLEASE!!!