Well, judging by the terror of Flylady displayed in yesterday's comments, I won't see any of you for dust after today.
I'm sorry. But the fates are aligned. Just as I re-read my very first blog post, I got an email from NaBloPoMo telling me that July's daily blogging theme was Routines.
How could I resist! Flylady is all about the routines, and I'm a bit out of control right now. And I always wanted to have a go at posting the hell out of myself. What would happen if I drivelled on pointlessly every day for a month?
Let's find out, shall we? And let's start our odyssey of tedium right here, with an inspiring video from the Flyster herself.
Don't get me wrong. Before I read Flylady's website I was convinced that everyone else cleaned all their house, every week, and there was no way I could keep up. I do like her routines. I just have a problem with the cheeriness, and the Hope, and the complete lack of irony.
Sarcasm is greatly needed in order to keep your house clean, I find.
What is going on in this video? Though I appreciate that someone other than me may find hope in the bottom of their sink (I am too miserable to find hope anywhere if I'm honest) this does not explain why they then choose to put kittens or children in on top of it.
It doesn't seem sanitary at all. Unless of course they are using their kitten as a fluffy cloth with which to apply Cif.
Anyway, in the absence of a dining room to dust (today's Mission) I have given the basement a cursory clean before I trotted down to the Scope shop with a load of old videos that I found in a box.
Why, now if I ever wanted to use the sewing machine I could actually get my legs under the table!
(Still time to enter my giveaway, by the way. I'm going to give you until Sunday.)