Dashing

No matter what I do or how hard I try, every Sunday night it’s a mad dash to get all the household stuff done on my ever-growing list. Inevitably, I am either washing clothes, folding, vacuuming or some other extremely mundane, but necessary task. One of two things has to occur: either I hire some help or weekends change from two to three days. It appears however that the likelihood of either of these things happening is as high as me relaxing on Sunday night – great!