Cleaning Day!

Being the saintly wife that I am (!) I decided to do something nice for my Husband and clean the house from top to bottom.
Now, for those of you that realy know me, you'll know that my biggest strength is deligation, you'll also know that my biggest weakness is actually doing hard work... But as I have a week off between finishing my old job and starting my new one, I thought I would have a go at cleaning. My justification being that cleaning the house is a workout in itself so therefore I don't have to go to the gym today! Mr T and I have had endless discussions about getting a cleaner in... I'm pro cleaner... Life's too bloody short to mop up. Mr T is against 'I don't want a stranger in my house' Mother In Law offered to be my cleaner but is it wise to have her rummaging through my things??? Hmmmm.....
So, let me tell you what I did today... Firstly I decided that I would reward myself with a coffee after each room I cleaned. I started with a coffee, then did the bathroom. I cleaned all the tiles, bleached the floor etc. Had a coffee. Then I did the kitchen. I scrubbed everything then had a coffee. By this time I was ready to climb the walls with caffine. Change of plan... Put some tunes on (MOS sessions 7, doesn't everyone miss Frankie Knuckles??) and swop coffee for wine. Cleaned bedroom, all nice clean sheets, straightened up front room. Lovely Mum called, a nice distraction so we chatted for an hour about should we have mulled wine or champers on Christmas Eve and what pressies we are buying. Phone call ends and I decide that cleaning really isn't for me (this was confirmed by my mum also) I just can't understand the fact that it is a horrible mess of a cycle where you clean something and then it gets dirty again.
Anyways, looking around my hard work I decide, House clean? Gleaming, house tidy? Immaculate then I hear a key in the door.
Mr T is home....
Carhartt rucksack gets 'thrown' on the floor, Northface jacket gets 'flung' over the bannister, Nike IDs get 'kicked' off, IPOD, mobile and other technology stuff that us women aren't supposed to 'get' get 'shoved' onto the stair case. My eye brows hit my hairline (good job I haven't had botox... Yet) I inform Mr T 'I've cleaned this bloody house today!' He responds 'Oh, nice one babe... Well done!'
This is totally the time to bring up the cleaner discussion again....
Rach xxx
Often Imitated, Never Duplicated!