I’ve been feeling pretty low-to-meh recently. There’s still a lot to be grateful for, and I still love everything about being self-employed, but the problem with demons is that they follow you around relentlessly. No matter how hard you try to repress them, they still lurk. Sometimes it’s like carrying around a death sentence.
We spent the whole of last week running around like headless chickens trying to get the house sorted before Joe’s mum and aunt came to stay. Since we started our own business, our house cleaning and tidying routine has been close to non-existent (no more cleaning lady – we’re on a shoestring budget, boo). The only time we ever do anything is just before people come over, which means we’re always playing catch up.
A couple of weeks ago I reached my limit of eating cereal out of mugs and not being able to see out of the windows, and that combined with spring + Joe’s family coming to visit meant a huge house overhaul was in order.
I’ve written posts before about what my working day is like (links at the bottom of this post if you haven’t read them before), but unsurprisingly it’s now completely different to what it’s ever been like before.
You’d think that sitting at home or at the office all day working with just a few people around would mean that my life was pretty quiet, right?