This weekend has not been very productive.
I am finding my weeks are so very busy that by the weekend I am pretty depleted. I can barely think in a straight line never mind come up with 'happy family outings' or anything very creative.
Of course, bland household chores (cleaning out the garage, weeding the driveway, fixing the washing line, vacuuming my car, hanging our 3641 pictures, fixing doorhandles, replacing light fittings, cleaning a million venetian blinds, purging and sorting toys/books/clothes/bags/shoes/allthatothershit is at the very bottom of my 'oh happy days' list.
The crap-creep in my house is insane; it is beginning to strangle me. Little piles/drawers/cupboards are harboring many hours of sorting and purging. Stuff is not where it is supposed to be and nothing, NOTHING, lights my fuse quite as violently as not being able to find what I need.
And yet here I sit, blogging, when I could be sorting.
I need to do the whole 'elephant bite at a time' nonsense.
Maybe I will start tomorrow.