After moving to "the house that love bought" which involves 7 people & recently 2 cats,I have decided that I am not one of those lovely housewives from the fifties, who looks as though she enjoys every minute of shining that sink & scrubbing that dunny (I also think there is a reason Valium was routinely givin to these women in particular).I am in fact potentially heading into trailer park trash territory.
It creeps up on you,slowly but surely, the clutter accumulates,if you do not assign a place for everything as soon as it enters the house it will haunt you for months as floor,bench,bed litter,I have baskets full of I'll deal with that later stuff...
The backyard becomes the graveyard of toys that no one cares about anymore & if it has a fire drum &your grass does not grow well & it's kind of muddy all the better for aesthetics.
My car in particular makes my cheeks burn with embarrassed shame,it is a write off, always messy with stuff nobody wants to bring inside & try to find a spot for.jackets,shoes,junk mail,rubbish,drink bottles& food scraps, although looking at that list makes me feel that if we ever broke down in the desert, our chances of survival are quite high according to Bear Grylls!
Having five children a automatically makes you semi trailer park & the fact those 5 children make it hard to shower as regularly & thoughly as you would like means you often have slightly greasy hair.
A once groovy dresser can now be found wearing strech jersey & trackpants because of their easy care labels & the cost of clothing five kids.
If you swear, I dare you not to with five kids.Your backyard is probably not the place for you can be assured that will be when the local dog walkers will walk past your house & think to themselves "trailer park",worse if you child swears back.
So what's the answer to this? Well either I pull my finger out go to the Dr get a script for Valium & see if that makes any difference to my house working skills or I dye my hair blond,find a husband named Earl & change my name to Joy...
What do you think?