Not everyone is aware but it's time I come clean. My house is a shitpit. I'm one messy bitch. I hate housework with a passion.
My kids are fed clothes and watered but most mornings it's a struggle to locate matching shoes.
My plan is to earn enough money from #sculptingamanda so I can employ a cleaner.
Scene set. My bedroom was suffering from a case of. "Dump everything here" Ive actually spent this morning cleaning it. Something that is done so rarely I now need a sit down.
This morning a distant alarm woke me from my restless slumber. Restless as once again I had spent the night with an invasive foot trying to invade my bum. Whilst another foot belonging to a different menice repeatedly kicked me in the face.
The alarm was my husbands. The bed dipped as he attempted a stealth escape.
Then......well a big crash and an even bigger bang.
I think he is still alive he cursed and hobbled from the bedroom. Kicking off whatever offending item has caused his literal downfall.
If you see him check his well being. But don't let on I told you 👀.
