The storm before the Christmas calm.
Ah, Christmas. You are all but here.
This means just one thing. I. Am. So. Tired.
I love my job. Love. But towards the end of the year I start to get a little exhausted. Working with 23 young children will do that.
It also means the house looks like a lot like a tip. And while it will all be cleaned and polished before Christmas day is here, at the moment it is just piles upon piles of stuff. Once work is finished there will be a concerted all hands on deck effort at sorting and scrubbing, polishing and folding.
While you read this, I am at work. Cleaning. Ah, irony. The sniggering lovechild of Christmas and employment.
Exhibit A. The kitchen table. And yes, you see before you my nutritious lunch. Mmm, chicken chippies. Water counts as nutritious right?
Exhibit B. Washing piled on chair. Not high enough to collapse onto the un-mopped floor, but too high for the dog to sit on.
Exhibit C. Because when you haven’t folded the dry washing, it’s best to abandon all attempts at washing dirty clothes.
Yes, that is a butter knife on the floor. I needed it to drain the washing machine. Which also explains the empty juice bottle. Obviously.
See also a blur of dog as he attempts to make like he wasn’t sleeping on the pile of washing.
Exhibit D. Actually, I have no comment for this. Sometimes a picture says it all.
So there you have it. My pre-Christmas house. So warm, so inviting. So pinterest ready. So full of mess and tired people. And a fast depleting cocktail cabinet. It is the storm before the calm. But please don’t wait for the after photos. I will be far too exhausted from the cleaning and cajoling of teenagers to help clean to take them.
Bring on the holidays. And perhaps a cleaning elf. And a really big bottle of gin.
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Ha! Yes that looks very familiar
I also have this awful smell I cant quite get rid of and can’t quite work out what is…
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Surely it would’t be Christmas without the mad cleaning frenzy … and I haven’t seen the bottom of my laundry basket since July … 2011, but your kitchen bench looks nice, messy or no
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You will soon be on the boat sailing over here for a carefree holiday. We have given Granny Tiller firm instructions NOT to go into the garden unaccompanied this year, and IF she does fall over to tell someone. To explain the kids’ great-granny is almost 93 and legally blind … and she is gaily anticipating the descent of the Melbourne Tillers.
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Ah bench space – no matter how much there is in a kitchen – there is never enough.
Flat surfaces are always fair game for depositing stuff.
The dawg has gone on her holidays a few days earlier than us . . . . so I swept the floor and there’s not so much fur even a day later – noice
Happy cleaning – and Happy Christmas!
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YAY! A normal looking house!!
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I hope that there is some gin left to enjoy in your newly cleaned house. I asked Santa for cleaning fairies or a self cleaning house. I’m hoping to be pleasantly surprised on Christmas Day.
E. recently posted..School is over for the year.
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Oh it looks so familiar. We have decamped and it will all be waiting for us when we get back. Hurray.
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You know what I see? I see a home. Not a house but a home that has that lived in feeling and look. Give me that over a pristine, immaculate, display “home” any day!
A bit of clutter here and there just shows that those walls and that roof have been turned into a home, for real people!
x
p.s. I *love* your kitchen!
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I’m so glad it’s not just my house that looks like that. Now I just need the excuse of having kids as to WHY it looks like that haha!
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Send the cleaning elf over here when you’re done!
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