I have a busy weekend ahead: a visitor today; two more either tomorrow or Saturday; and another couple on Easter Monday. That’s wonderful; I love receiving visitors.
Here’s the downside…dust. I have to dust. I have to show them that the stuff I write in my blog is a fabrication and I am, in fact, a tireless and dedicated housewife.
The truth, of course, is that I am a tired and intoxicated housewife. You don’t get to be this funny* without a little dust, a little alcohol and a whole lot of stumbling around in the mind, wondering where you put the duster because you’re pretty sure you bought one once.
A mathematical diagram to explain my dilemma:
If I was any good at maths, the dust would be higher than the visitors in this diagram – or is that social sciences? Social ineptitude? Sorry* housework, probably.
Of course, if I was really good at maths, I’d be earning a living from it and paying someone else to dust. Wish I’d paid attention in class now. I knew something didn’t add up.
*My adjective of choice; the Hub might have a slightly different one.