Mindset

I worry about myself – again.

I sometimes feel like an extra in my own life with a walk away part. Also, see previous post, with all that honing-the-hearth going on I’d be advised to make this blog the housemaiden’s one. To be a housemaiden is nothing but good news; particularly when you have to keep a man happy – the G&T and slippers scenario, wiping the furrowed brow of your bacon hunter coming home.

However, if you firmly bar your door, preferring to bring home your own pig and not constantly being nagged within an inch of your personality, it gets a little more interesting – not so say labour intensive and annoying at times (this morning I forgot to take out the bins for collection). Still, with SIS (Sister-in-law) visit impending I can only marvel at my progress throughout the house.

Unfortunately manual labour leaves your brain to think at random. Today’s offering: Why does no one pay you for the really important things in life – like giving birth to a new human being, keeping everyone in clean socks and underpants, airing duvets and pillows, ironing drying towels and defleeing cats? I’ll better get some answers to this OR this blog will fold without so much as a sigh.

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