Select Page

My reputation is at stake here

I *am* The Domestic Un-goddess mmk? Let’s just get that straight …

Never mind that I actually did some long-overdue box unpacking this weekend,
that was just a momentary lapse of reason.

These boxes have been cluttering up my house for the last 8 months.
No, I haven’t just moved in, believe it or not! I’ve lived here for 9 years!
I packed up all my stuff when I had some renovations done at the beginning of the year
and it’s been sitting in boxes ever since. And this is only a portion of them –
MOST of them are still at my mom’s place YIKES!

Anyway, I’ve FINALLY made a start, dropping both my Domestic Un-goddess AND my
Queen of Procrastination titles for just long enough to tackle this brown mountain of cardboard
(with the help of Sir G, who played his roles as cheerleader and ass-kicker to perfection.)




Sheesh, that was quite a thang, I tell you! I *almost* felt like donning an apron and
cooking up a batch of muffins after that!

Yes, I *can* actually do all that cooking and cleaning stuff, I just choose not to.

So that’s what I did with my weekend – thrilling eh?

Just call me Martha Stewart

Mmk, I don’t know WHAT came over me last night, but I had a very rare and completely out-of-character Domestic Urge.

Sir G was completely knackered last night after work (we had both worked till midnight the night before and didn’t get enough sleep) and he didn’t want to drive all the way home, so I said he could crash here. Of course, he didn’t have clean clothes so I actually offered to do a load of laundry for him??!!

And then I clicked that there wasn’t any food in the house, so I dashed out to the shop at about 7pm to grab something for us to eat and lawd knows why but I decided what the hell, I’m here, I may as well do The Dreaded Weekly Grocery Shop!

So I did … and let me tell you, shopping on a Tuesday night is the bomb! No fights for parking, no-one getting in my way while I’m whizzing around the aisles (I didn’t have to ram my trolley into anyone’s bum for a change wahah!), no queues at the check out … bliss =)

I got home, unloaded the bags, unpacked everything, spotted the sink of dirty dishes and … wait for it … I washed up! Seriously.

Then I even made dinner – ok so I just warmed up the meals in the microwave, but I don’t cook (if you read the About Me page, you’ll know why).

3 Of my domestic pet hates killed in one night and all in record breaking time too! Bizarreness.

Oh, BTW, do NOT call me Martha Stewart! Apart from the fact that I am the world’s greatest domestic un-goddess, I really can’t stand the woman – she’s so not likeable, completely anal and super creepy … Brrrrgh.