A Woman's Work

I hate Sundays, a day of nothingness, waiting for the hustle and bustle of the week to start. And the preparation for the week ahead needs to be sorted. This consists of 5 loads of washing, hoovering, dusting, sweep and wash the floors, dishes. And when its done, I can look around and see where the dog has trailed mud over the clean floor. Or where no.1 son has made a mess in the bathroom. Or where the OH has dumped washing in the empty basket, just too late to make the last wash. It's all just a pointless, but essential evil. I remember when no.1 son was a baby, every night he would settle in his cot, I would start doing housework. My friends used to think I was mad, but once it was done I could sit for a couple of hours in perfect tidiness before I went to bed. Nowadays, I have to wait until the boys go to their Dad's to stay, it used to be weekends, now its whenever it suits him (usually not suiting me in the process) ah, the joys of divorce.