And then--stop! Not because the Muse has clammed up. No. In fact, she's yammering away in the back of my head, "Oh, you really need to get back in there...so much to do."
I'm stopping because I need to clean this house! My housework, much like my creativity, tends to ebb and flow. Only with housework, I confess there is much more ebb than flow. I read a funny on somebody's FB page:
Yep. Only only that whole "every week" thing is kinda funny. So, ten minutes? More like two days. Horrible, I know. The spousal unit definitely had to lower his standards when we married. I tend to the basics--the bathrooms and kitchen are clean--well, they're not health hazards. But the rest? That's not clutter--that's my Sewing End Table. That's not dust, that's a protective covering for...everything.
We seldom have company, which is how I end up letting it get this way. I would LOVE to have more company, but it just doesn't happen often. Brother and Sister-in-law are coming up this weekend and I am tickled silly--they're fun people. But you know...the house.
So that's the end of my rant-whine, because adulting is hard and waaah!
I do have two dolls ready to list--no, wait, one is already listed, but anyway:
Hope your weekend is WONDERFUL, and that it includes very little housework. Or a lot, if you like that kind of thing.