In the UK there’s a saying…”it’s like painting the Forth Bridge”. So it goes that said bridge takes so long to paint, that by the time you get to the end, you need to start again. Though this isn’t the case anymore as some clever bods have invented special paint that presumably lasts longer than it takes to paint the Forth Bridge. Nevertheless, this saying nicely describes our efforts (well, the OH’s!) to keep our house tidy, now that it is inhabited by two under 5s who have a penchant for experimenting with toy combinations. Or alternatively, making an unholy mess. Our kitchen island unit is a haven for crap. The floor of our back room is littered with lego, peppa pigs, railway track, balls, farm animals. If you can find it in John Lewis’s toy department I could pretty much guarantee you’ll find it somewhere in our house. The only time it’s properly tidy is if we’re entertaining. So we should probably invite people over more often. But then we’d spend all of our free time tidying up. And I kind of resent that. I reckon I get two hours a day during the working week with the messy monkeys. It could be a lot worse – luckily I have a job and an employer who is family friendly and doesn’t demand I work ridiculous hours. Even so, that’s not much. So maximising time at the weekend with them often takes priority over the cleaning and tidying, which is the time when it’s most realistic to make any real progress getting the house ship shape. But we’ve come to terms with this (well, I have…..) . We’ve both become used to navigating our back room like it’s an obstacle course. And getting clean clothes direct from the tumble dryer….etc.
So my theory, formed to keep me sane and comfortable in our mess, is that a messy house = more family fun 🙂