Load Shedding for a cause

After much deliberation, I had decided that it was time to sit down with hubby and have a heart to heart. Try as I might, I cannot admit to being a descendant of the planet Krypton, was not breathed life into by a mysterious ancient Egyptian cat bearing ancient and amazing powers nor have I been bitten by a radioactive spider bearing super human talents or thankfully any other type of spider, that I am aware of any way.
Basically this puts me, ashamedly, into the human category, and not, as I have been recently made aware, in the super human category, but more into the less than super human category.

Keeping on top of things has put me well and truly underneath them, somewhere under the world and occasionally under so much turf that breathing is often a struggle. As a last resort and just before I am faced with the last shovel of turf that is sealed with a large imposing marble stone (yes I feel like I'm dying...drama queen!), I faced hubby and negotiated some load shedding of my own.

To admit to him that I have failed at my duties was not an easy task but it had to be done. I had three solutions to my three "loads" and he was to choose which "load shedding" scheme he was prepared to support.

It was quite simple really, I can't believe I didn't think of it sooner. My three jobs are; 1. Full time Mother, 2. Full time housekeeper, 3. Part/full time secretary and administrator to my husbands business.
My proposals were; 1. Get rid of the kids, 2. Hire a bookkeeper and skivvy or 3. Hire someone to help tidy the house. Yes, I know number 1 is pretty harsh but it seemed a plausible enough option at the time.......O.K. seriously....... Please don't tell him, I never had any intention of getting rid of the kids (completely) I just HAD to add it in for effect!

Negotiations went famously in my favour and today(and in future, 3 times a week) was my first load shedding day, I shed some of my housework load on to a lovely lady recommended by a friend. For the first time I felt lighter, as though someone was removing the "dirt" (literally) and allowing me some space to breath again, I swear I felt a little sunshine on my face (even on this over cast day). I was a little afraid to let her go home, my life line, the one who gave me a little more space to actually inhale and exhale today. Thank you.

My three jobs now can be categorised as follows; 1. Still a full time Mother, 2. Part time housekeeper and 3. Part/full time skivvy/secretary with benefits. Feels better already.

BREATHE IN, BREATHE OUT..........FEELS GOOD doesn't it?

Pre-Clean Clean.

In case you haven't heard yet or don't know me well enough to know; bugs and dirt freak me out.....completely. While I am not the world's best house keeper and my home may not always be super tidy-ish, I hope to think that is is clean. I am not a fan of dust or their mite supporters and groupies, I am not big on spider webs or their eight legged creators. I do not ever want to have to be afraid to reach underneath the sofa for a missing toy and have anxiety attacks and images of my arm returning minus a finger or hand....Yes...I know the imagination is far too overactive.

Our little unwelcome visitors that decided to make themselves at home in Madam Fluff's hair have, of course, completely freaked me. As mentioned previously we are lice and nit free and just to be absolutely, without a doubt certain, I intend on purchasing another bottle of THE shampoo, which hopefully still comes with THE free comb and will proceed to anti-lice-shampoo every one in the house again tomorrow. And first thing Monday the carpet cleaners will be here armed to the hilt with every potion that will not only kill anything attempting to seek sanctuary in my home but leave me with fragrant carpets in a new shade of brown.

In an attempt to make sure that this operation will run smoothly, I took it upon myself to spring clean the house today as well as the carpets. My Mother thought I was rather anal and making too much unnecessary work for myself and I recall someone telling me I was a Nut. I beg to differ, I mean surely when one goes to the gynae, you make sure that you can dash home first or to the nearest facility and give yourself a quick spring clean THERE before he/she does the deed. Frankly I don't think I know of anyone who doesn't brush their teeth before going to the dentist. How is this different? I am a rather insecure individual and I cannot deal with the thought that I had given anyone reason to say anything bad about me and would rather the cleaners left here saying, "My weren't those carpets sooo clean, I'm surprised she needed us at all". That image my insecure persona can live with.

Perhaps I am anal and perhaps I could be called Nutty on occasion, it's in the genes I'm afraid, but on Monday morning I'll be waiting at the front door with my "Bree van der Kamp" smile, with fresh muffins and coffee waiting in the kitchen, just in case the cleaners need to be distracted from my dismal attempt at cleaning the carpets.