Housework is a battle fieldOkay, so not about an eighties power balllad, but a more pressing problem. Housework.
I live with my sister, who is generally more tidy than I. Indeed for tidy read 'highly strung'. But a new and unusual situation has occurred. Whilst Emsy (sister) was away on a week long holiday, I over-achieved on the housework front. Yep, when she got back the house was vac'd, polished and tidy. The washing was up to date, and I had reduced down my ironing pile to the things I never, ever,wear; even the bin was empty!
The net result: the moral high ground.
I've found I quite like the view…
I have noticed a distinct change in behaviour: testy, testy, testy! I have NOTHING to be repremanded about. Not one little thing. It is driving her mad.
We are now engaged in housework one-upmanship. I try to get it done, she tries to get it done first. I do not know if this is the perfect riposte to an over enthusiatic tidier, or if she finally has me too well trained.
But what I do know, is the spiders are moving out and Mister Sheen is moving in.