Discipline

Myself that is, as in I must get my bum into gear and discipline myself to do oh at least a hundred things, all in the space of a day, the result of which will be that I look 20 years younger, have lost 5stone and have a beautiful impeccably well presented home.
My family will also have benefited from my discipline and be perfect examples of supreme offspringdom. My husband will start to arrange romantic candlelit dinners for us to enjoy together. He will also have learnt the art of conversation - ie I will learn to shut up for a minute in order to give him chance to speak.

So, thats the unattainable dream sorted then. The reality at the moment is that I dont have a kitchen sink or water as himself is in the middle of fitting new worktops etc.The lounge is full of boxes of pots,pans and dishes along with a dishwasher and a new fridge that has almost become a permanent fixture. As I trudge round with my bowl of pots and pans looking for water I tell myself it could be worse and I could live in a third world country and have to walk to the river to wash up everyday. Then I realise that in such a country I would not have been cooking 3 course meals in the mayhem anyway!
He is running the risk of becoming a refuge himself if I dont get a sink soon as he doesn't know that I know he is planning to go shooting tomorrow. If he doesn't get a move on with my water supply he may find he is one cartridge short in his box.....