today, after 4 hours sleep, i:
- cleaned the downstairs windows
- washed dishes/cleaned the kitchen up, which still had all the stuff from a sunday roast left to sort
- tidied bedroom, made bed
- tidied study/spare room
- 4 loads of washing plus hanging it out to dry
- finished the wig i'd been working on for 3 days
- put wig on ebay and made a wig tutorial up
- cleaned out understairs cupboard
- sorted out loads of stuff to put in newly sorted out attic
- emptied rubbish bins
- watered garden and did some weeding
- did a little research on book
- fixed fresh chicken pie and roast veggies for dinner
- did not smoke
then hubby came home...
i was happily sitting at the table experimenting on a new headpiece to go with some dreads i want to make:
the only thing i hadn't done is vacuumed as i wanted to get all my hair stuff done beforehand because it makes such a mess of the floor. i last vacuumed 3 days ago.
me: ooh, hello :)
husband: *disgruntled look on face, looks around* are you going to hoover the floor today or what??
me: *jaw drops*
yes, you see i'd expected my poor hard working husband to come back to this PIT OF FILTH:
i'm afraid i may have beat him around the head a lot with a large sign saying I AM NOT YOUR FUCKING MAID.
i am SUCH a BAD TERRIBLE WIFE ^_^