Rain and Dusting Pain

Nothing sadder to behold than a wet sheep except perhaps a wet donkey. Two more lambs were born overnight but one died. Whenever I went outside to collect some firewood Mishka would stand at the fence looking longingly at the afterbirths. His mind never strays far from food.

Stuck inside I was driven to dust which is very disturbing in itself. It's worse when you know you're only moving dead skin from one place to another and that it'll all be back tomorrow. Whoever invented dusting was a sadist of the first water. I must say that following some of Flylady's hints on housework have really helped me. Firstly to make sure your kitchen bench is cleared of dishes every evening so you don't face them first thing in the morning. Secondly to target "hot spots" in each room for five minutes for a spot of dedicated sorting. Swooping down for brief tidying blitzs takes much of the fear out of tidying as you don't feel so overwhelmed when you know you only have a few minutes to work and can leave the remainder for another day.

Heard a wise woman say that an untidy house full to the ceiling with clutter is indicative of how the person living there is feeling about themselves. Living in total chaos can mean you feel out of control of your own life. On the other hand a layer of dust on the mantlepiece doesn't mean you're a bad housekeeper- it could mean you're too busy enjoying life and doing more important things to be bothered shifting the dead skin around.