I moan and whinge. Weekends always bring this on. It’s my own fault. The housework must be done, and I want it done swiftly and for it not to span too many days. So I cram it in, early and it both tires and irritates me. BECAUSE I WANT TO GET ON WITH MY WORK. And yet, I need, nay crave order and neatness and cleanliness and drawers that are tidy and clothes that are ironed and food on the table and I also need these for him too. And it takes time. So why moan. Accept. Try it. And count your blessings while you are at it. You have a home, you have order, you have means and good, meaningful which will get done and well. Believe, trust and accept and you will be a nicer person to both live with and know. Amen.
