When I say ‘wasting my precious time, ‘ I seriously mean, I wasted MY precious time! Fail, fail, EPIC FAIL Allow me to elaborate… M took E to soft play on Sunday to give me some time to clean up the house and have chance to blog. The minute they left I started racing around picking up toys, clothes, shoes and other various items so I could vacuum. Which, by the way, E started running away from the vacuum. I am not sure what happened either, one minuet she runs away and the next she wants to Hoover up – not practical. I cleaned the house from top to bottom, hovered the floors, washed the counter tops and cleaned the bathroom, I did it all. Just as I was nearly finished with my last job, putting the clothes away, M and E came in. I didn’t even get a chance to start to blog. Ugh. Within minutes of getting home E had ALL of the toys out that I had tidied away, biscuit crumbs were on the floor… The living room was destroyed! In lieu of killing them, I just started laughing. Not funny ha ha laughing, more like, I’ve lost the plot put me in a padded room laughing. As I stood there staring at the destroyed living room, I realized I had wasted my time fighting a never-ending battle. I yelled out, “I’ve had enough of this mess” and stormed off. As I sat in my room sulking, the ugly truth hit me like a ton of dirty clothes, I have a three-year old, my house does not stand a chance of being clean for another 16 years. Why in the world should I waste my precious (alone) time trying? I also realized that with the exception of vacuuming, I could have done everything with E and M at home. The only thing I cannot do with them home is have peace and quiet to blog. So no more! Never ever again will I waste my precious time home alone cleaning. I vowed to myself that from now on when I am home alone, which is so very rare, I will relax, enjoy the quiet, and if for any reason I decide to do something, if I want to tidy up or relax it will only be for me! Lesson learned: Never waste my precious time home alone doing anything, but nothing. Now its time for a slice of cake… 
Oh yes am with you with this one. So frustrating when you catch up on cleaning while they’re out for a bit only to have it all undone the minute they come home. Have just accepted now that my house is going to be messy and grubby and as long as it is clean enough to be safe and reasonably hygienic that’s generally fine with me.