In which I realise a may have a reason for being a bit tired.
Happy New Year and I hope all my dear friends in the north are drying out. I'm thinking of you in the terrible aftermath.
I think the two worst aspects of post-flood period down here were the mosquitoes - horrible - and the stench. There was one point in my car trip to Can'tberra where I always had to switch from 'the air without' to the 'the air within' as the air was full of rotting vegetation, etc. Happily, I noticed both problems had disappeared by the time we returned from the coast, even though the water was still present in many places.
Not much to do
Yesterday was a day of waiting. Not my strongest characteristic. Firstly, off on foot (car in garage being serviced) to a hearing appointment. The Tilster's last hearing test (post grommet removal) showed a slight mechanical deafness. She had a head cold at the time and we were hopeful that this was just transitory due to fluid in her ear canal and not another bout of glue ear. It proved to be so. Now when she's ignoring us we know she's doing so quite deliberately... how comforting.
After a brisk walk home and eating our lunch on the back step (constitutes a picnic in Til's lexicon), we then waited for cleaners to arrive. Not their usual day and so I had to have diversions on hand to distract Til from bailing up the cleaners every 5 mins. The cleaners are a source of joy to me. After about 5 months back at work I finally got tired of spending every minute of my non-work hours doing housework and not getting any time with Til or Philip that didn't involve interruptions, snarling and general whining about how much I had to do. Cleaners have resolved a very boring situation for little outlay. H.I. was reluctant but has conceded that a sweeter Kate has arrived since their advent.
An hour after the cleaners left our new dishwasher arrived. Our old one was on it's last legs - the bearings had gone (whatever that means) and after a period of persuasion, our landlords decided the January sales afforded a good opportunity for replacement. It's SOOOOO quiet! And my suspicions that the old one was pretty pathetic at actual cleaning has been confirmed. The real test will be seeing if it can get peanut butter off knives.
After H.I.'s early arrival at home, I organised bikkie icing materials (assemble one pot of pink icing and another of purple, sprinkles, silver cachouts and mini marshmallows) and left father and daughter to decorate plain, sweet biscuits for school lunches while I picked up the car from the garage where it was having it's service.
After organising dinner, I made and froze into portions one batch of beef stroganoff and another of honey soy chicken.
Then I went to bed.
Have a mentioned that I'm glad I don't have to clean house?
I think the two worst aspects of post-flood period down here were the mosquitoes - horrible - and the stench. There was one point in my car trip to Can'tberra where I always had to switch from 'the air without' to the 'the air within' as the air was full of rotting vegetation, etc. Happily, I noticed both problems had disappeared by the time we returned from the coast, even though the water was still present in many places.
Not much to do
Yesterday was a day of waiting. Not my strongest characteristic. Firstly, off on foot (car in garage being serviced) to a hearing appointment. The Tilster's last hearing test (post grommet removal) showed a slight mechanical deafness. She had a head cold at the time and we were hopeful that this was just transitory due to fluid in her ear canal and not another bout of glue ear. It proved to be so. Now when she's ignoring us we know she's doing so quite deliberately... how comforting.
After a brisk walk home and eating our lunch on the back step (constitutes a picnic in Til's lexicon), we then waited for cleaners to arrive. Not their usual day and so I had to have diversions on hand to distract Til from bailing up the cleaners every 5 mins. The cleaners are a source of joy to me. After about 5 months back at work I finally got tired of spending every minute of my non-work hours doing housework and not getting any time with Til or Philip that didn't involve interruptions, snarling and general whining about how much I had to do. Cleaners have resolved a very boring situation for little outlay. H.I. was reluctant but has conceded that a sweeter Kate has arrived since their advent.
An hour after the cleaners left our new dishwasher arrived. Our old one was on it's last legs - the bearings had gone (whatever that means) and after a period of persuasion, our landlords decided the January sales afforded a good opportunity for replacement. It's SOOOOO quiet! And my suspicions that the old one was pretty pathetic at actual cleaning has been confirmed. The real test will be seeing if it can get peanut butter off knives.
After H.I.'s early arrival at home, I organised bikkie icing materials (assemble one pot of pink icing and another of purple, sprinkles, silver cachouts and mini marshmallows) and left father and daughter to decorate plain, sweet biscuits for school lunches while I picked up the car from the garage where it was having it's service.
After organising dinner, I made and froze into portions one batch of beef stroganoff and another of honey soy chicken.
Then I went to bed.
Have a mentioned that I'm glad I don't have to clean house?
posted by Kate at 8:17 PM
2 Comments:
I am jealous, I want a cleaner! But then I suspect I would have to go back to work to afford one :(
Glad things are ok down your way, if still a bit soggy.
Very good idea to get cleaners in!! Now you are clearly a lady of leisure ;)
Hurrah for the new dishwasher, too!
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