After being smacked on the head with the crowbar, I'm terribly glad I didn't go and bash my fists on it too! Mind you, it might have taken my mind off my head!
Well, whoever said "discretion is the better part of valour" probably figured that out after getting a great clonk on the head.
My mess is expanding to fill the available space. I currently have three houses which I'm semi living in, and all of them seem to have washing up waiting in them. It's not fair!
If I had three houses to keep clean I think I would hit myself on the head with a crowbar too! It doesn't sound like my idea of fun.
I have two sons and when it comes to cleaning I feel like it is never done and that I am on this treadmill. I get one thing cleaned just to have to redo it by the end of the day. It is never-ending.
I have a theory that when you are gone your kitchen things are dirtying themselves. Passive-aggressive little buggers!
Yes, good luck on your houses and your head!
We've always been a cat kind of family. Try and blame our cats for something, they'll either ignore you imperially or next time you're on the couch together you'll get one little claw down your leg. "Oh, I'm sorry, was that you?" They'll say in catspeak.