Ella is home sick today, meaning I am spending the day battling work, addiction to myspace and mothering nursely duties.
The house, however, is the real casualty in all this - sometimes I get so down about it I just throw on a pair of ear-muffs, blindfold myself and walk around imagining I'm on a lush beach somewhere in the Caribbean, a place of such beauty that all guests need to be blinded and deafened for fear that exposure to such gorgeousness would be fatal.
Clearly I need help.
I cannot WAIT until Tim is no longer a student and I actually start to earn some decent money from performing (I can almost hear some of you writhing in laughter at that concept) - not for the sake of it, but...okay, stuff it. Here you go, my 'if we had heaps of money' dream list:
- a cleaner
- a funky nanny who does all the crafty stuff with the kids that I hate
- a masseuse
(hell, if all of the above fitted into the one neat package all the better)
- a beach house in Byron
- a pad in New York
- Johnny Depp
Okay, okay, now I'm just being silly.
We could never afford a pad in New York.
All I really really want is a cleaner. It's my dream. Yours?
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*cough cough* I have a cleaner. In China it is so ridiculously cheap that many people do. I thought about not having one on principle, but my innate laziness over-ruled that noble idea.
I have to say it is wonderful, though I do spend an awful lot of time wandering around the house saying: "where did Ayi put my umbrella/tv remote control/tampons/etc?".
I really don't know how I'll go back to not having one in the future- I do suspect it will be grounds for divorce: Unreconciable cleaning habits.
That's it - we're moving to China.
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