So, I’ve spent the morning of mothers’ day stripping and changing beds, scrubbing the kitchen and scouring bathrooms. And I’ve realised a thing. A scary and really rather uncomfortable ‘thing’. My mouth can scarce form the words but… *whispers* I think i actually I like housework. I like housework. There. I’ve said it. Twice.

Those three little words that I never thought I’d utter. Like, “no, I’m dieting” or “I enjoy running” or “my homemade soufflé”. Well, there it is. In writing. I give in. I actually enjoy domestic drudgery. Spending hours sweating (er, glowing) at the ironing board, or slaving over a hot stove (to make a meal I know will never be eaten) and even bleaching my children’s delightfully crusty skid marks from the toilet (granted, that’s just weird). I’m smitten.

Christ, today of all days, I wasn’t even fussed that I got up first, made my own breakfast and was gifted a present that I chose myself. Unwrapped. Because I had spent a happy morning bustling between utility. kitchen and bathroom  ‘making things nice’. Sheesh, I’ve raged at the husband for lesser infractions and plotted his untimely demise merely for failing to stack the dishwasher. But this. This is serious.

What’s happened to me? Have I found domestic nirvana? That state of peace. Inner calm. Where I hanker no more after ‘me time’ in which I envisage myself quietly ploughing through a stack of glossy magazines, Earl Grey on tap, chocolate and wine gums close to hand. And choose instead to potter from sink to washing machine to slow frickin’ cooker. To stack, sort, scrub, fold, wipe, organise. Sod meditation, this is my happy place. Apparently. Hands busy, head full of completed tick lists, house reeking of Domestos and Pomegranate Noir.

God, did I just grow up? Perhaps I am just cradled in the eye of the storm and there’s a major natural disaster brewing. Or *brightens considerably* it could just be that I am gently sozzled by the post-housework pint to which I just treated myself. Ah, that must be it. I’ll be ranting about skids and dirty washing again tomorrow *takes another sip* Better now.

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