***Sorry about it folks, this just started to flow in English so I let it go…***

 

My kitchen’s a mess, with dirty dishes on the counter, the washer full of clean ones. Living room table’s packed with magazines and kids’ books. Clean laundry’s stacked on the sofa. Kids’ used clothes lie on a chair and on the floor.

 

I need a housekeeper. Badly.

 

Why is it that I simply can’t seem to get myself to keep my home tidy? (Yeah, I have a husband, equally interested in the job, haha) There are so many so much more Important Things to do than go around the house picking up everything the others here seem to just drop where the things just sort of *drop*. And who cares if my kitchen is a mess, anyway, if I don’t?

 

Apparently no one. So I let it be (until even I get my fill of it…). Instead I choose to read a book (oh, I finally got Gerritsen’s newest paperback, Vanish!). Or I sit by my laptop writing useless blog entries. Or maybe I build up a new website or update an old one. Organize and attach photos in our photoalbums, you know, those oldfashioned paper ones. And dance lessons take up a couple evenings every week as well.

 

And of course after a hard days work at the day care, my kids need their share of me too. I rarely seem to play with them. I really don’t know how to play… I read books to them (yeah, my cup-a-tea) or play games like Monopoly Jr. or Afrikan tähti, memory, domino and such. Last sunday we had a long session with both kids working on some kids’ workbook of theirs, me helping them.

 

It seems that I really am better at using my brains than my hands (except for typing on my comp). Or at least I’m more interested in using my brain than my hands. Maybe I’m just not a practical person.

 

So where is my housekeeper anyway? I want my housekeeper!