I'm seriously behind in my housework.
The laundry is piling up. I can't wash anything because it's raining everyday anyway and nothing will ever dry. But the pile still bothers me.
The floor is getting really dusty again and I've only just swept and mopped the floor on Sunday. (As a child I used to think that the dust balls under my bed are left there by dwarves after they had a party in my room whilst I'm away or sleeping.. Sometimes, I still suspect that my theory was right. I mean... why else would you see dust balls in an almost perfectly sealed up room so frequently.. but then, I had so many other strange theories as a kid.. is a post for another day.)
The week's supply of shirts that I've ironed have been drawn down and more ironing needs to be done.
I never understand how others cope with housework. It is a complete mystery to me. I mean, I wake up pretty early every day.. and sleep quite late. Apart from work, I only blog a little.. facebook a little.. read a little... watch some TV whilst I'm doing these... so where does all my time go to?
Maybe other working ladies are really efficient and can do three things at any one time.. all the time.
There are days when I feel so poorly about my efficiency and today is just one of those.