Wednesday, March 25, 2009

The Filth and the Fury

Agh! I just can't seem to get it together today! The sun is shining, there is a houseful of mums gathering to eat biscuits and drink coffee just on the other side of town and here I sit in all my manky pajama'ed, unshowered glory on the couch while the baby is nestled snug in her babysitter... I mean high chair, munching away on a gourmet feast of spelt toast, honey, banana and rice cake, half of which is gradually finding it's way to the floor.

The house is a tip and I have serious concerns about the damage this is doing to my mental health. Everywhere I turn is another task just waiting to be completed. I packed up our clothes the other morning only to belatedly realize that half of our wardrobe was still in the wash.

Everytime I manage to fill a bag with our various bits and bobs, my tiny helper is right behind me ready to unpack it. It's a very fun game you know. As a result, the detritus of our lives is scattered merrily about and the apartment is looking more like a student lair and less like a family home with every passing second. Every time I go to shower, I half expect someone named "Jonesy" or "Baaaazzz" to be hot boxing the bathroom. It's diving me nuts!

WHAT HAPPENED TO MY HOUSE?!?!? Why is packing so difficult? If everything we owned, barring of course the laptop, disappeared tomorrow I would be perfectly fine with it. I am at the point where the most helpful items I can think of for getting the job done are a packet of matches and a can of gasoline.

Then of course there is the list of things that needs to be done before we move. Doctors to see, Addresses to change, broadband to transfer, letters of recommendation from employers and the like...... AGH!!!! It's doing my head in!!! All I want to do is drop everything, grab the baby and run very far, far away....

To a little house on the other side of town, one filled with mums about to sit down to coffee and biscuits and loads of chitter chatter.

Of course, first I need to shower, dress and clean the baby, maybe scrape the toast and honey off the floor.

I don't know if I have the energy...


  1. I do not envy you that task. I have often thought that it will be near impossible to pack up our house (and decide what to keep) when we move back to the States. I also have a 'helper' who loves to empty drawers thus making my housework even more difficult. I'd love to come down and sit in your messy house for a cup of tea any day... I say screw the perfect ones across town!

  2. ah but our homes arent perfect either on the other side of town, we are just lucky enough not to be moving! She came anyway, was great to have her and the snot queen!

  3. I did say screw it in the end and even shelled out 19 euro for a taxi to take me away from the filth and towards the other mammies with biccies and coffee! I then continued the spree of decadence later by veering from the menu plan and stopping at aldi for pizzas, lasagne and strudel! Yum! You and your princess are welcome anytime, as are you chris and the other ladies!

  4. Yeah probably a better attitude to say screw the filth and not the perfect homes of the moms across town... didn't realise that there was a choice between being in their house or yours! :)