So it's 3pm on Good Friday. I'm super sweaty and a bit light headed, with a sore arm, a *very* happy almost-husband, and no clue where the last few hours went.
OK, get your mind out of the gutter. I've just been scrubbing the house from top to bottom. You see, I thought I'd wipe the bench down, but then I saw how grubby the stove top was. Which then made the wall next to it look dirty in comparison, so that got a clean too. And once I'd done the wall, I had to do the window sill because that was letting the team down. Then I took a loo break and thought since I had the Jif out, I may as well give the bathroom a once over. Then on my way out wiped down the door frames that were covered in toddler fingerprints. Then the next wall, and the next door frame, and so on and so on. I developed sudden on-set cleaning ADHD. I'm now half a bottle of Jif down, and just got back to the bench which now has a fresh set of dirty dishes all over it.
Should've just had a coffee instead.