Before Christmas I got a car. The first ever car of my very own, a 12 year old Ford Focus which may be a little tired & the electric window may not currently be working on the driver's side (my husband swears it was working at time of purchase). It also now sports a bit of a scuff to the bumper since a run in with a wall at my mum's house last week (but lets skirt over that shall we) Despite all those things I love love it. I cannot believe it has taken until my 39th year for me to own a car. The glove box is now full of cds, because, oh yes it has a cd player (the current family car does not). It also has speakers in the back & so my children keep asking me to 'turn it down!'. We travel everywhere with a soundtrack. Florence + The Machine has featured heavily and last week I started to educate my girls with the early works of Madonna. After we purchased my car I found a CD in the glove box labelled 'Housework CD'. This made me smile, partly because I avoid housework like the plague and also it's a little bit of the previous owner has been passed on to me. Today on the way home from work I stuck it in the cd player to have a little listen. I was a little excited if I must admit (I know I should get out more), just wondering what delights might be on it. Well it's a mixture, I thought. The Bangles, Ronan Keating, Wings and ah, The Foundations, one of my favourite songs ever (although I was never entirely sure who sang it, until now)
and Blondie's Sunday Girl which will always have a little corner in my heart But who was this woman who loves Blondie & Ronan Keating, Hot Chocolate & The Bangles. I was day dreaming of a woman house proud but a bit put upon hence the inclusion of I Want to Break Free & I Will Survive....and then I realised it has written on it CD 1. Perhaps she made a series of compilations for household chores? Tunes to Change the Bed To, Ditties for Scrubbing the Bathroom?
But alas no, just a quick search on Amazon & I found this
not only that but there is a plethora of other housework music cds. Now my imaginary housewife isn't trying to express herself through a handpicked selection of tunes, no it was probably just a crap Mother's Day present.
Was thinking just now whether buying one of these CDs would make me more inclined to hoover? (actually I have hoovered, twice this week)...
Nah, not really. I am off to buy that Foundations track now though.
I have managed to swerve Rainbows again this afternoon. I am a terrible mother. But really all I had to do was ask Girl 1 if she wanted to go to Rainsbows today whilst raising an eyebrow and she said no. Surely I should be making the child go? But it is -9 degrees out there for gods sake and even the thought of herding Girl 2 to and from the library is no fun - she cried all the way to nursery this morning because she was cold (and she was fully attired in sweatshirt, coat, gloves, hat and scarf). 'I'm COLD Mummy', 'Well it IS cold' was the refrain.
It's ridiculous how much the weather affects our moods, well is has been so unseasonably er seasonable recently!
I have spent the time where I haven't been child wrangling in the cold cleaning, YES cleaning my house (my mum won't believe this if she is reading it!).
I am truly a terrible housewife, but I kind of give up sometimes as I feel like I am fighting against the tide in this house. It isn't ALL my mess and yet it is all my mess to deal with - how is that fair?! I always feel like I deserve at least a round of applause after I've mopped the kitchen floor. But these things have to be done as we have a tea party planned for the weekend for Girl 2's birthday and so there will be other mothers who have not been to my house potentially noting the tip and judging me. With my friends I know that they know what to expect. I open the door to them inevitably muttering the words 'excuse the mess', but with the additional bodies, nursery mum's I don't really know/friends yet to be made and birthday photos to be taken and inevitably uploaded to Facebook I really should tidy up.
I am off to mop the floor, get ready with the applause.
