When I was little, I used to dream of my ideal little house with sparkly surfaces and the smell of freshly-baked cookies wafting from the kitchen. Instead, I find myself plunging from one domestic disaster to another.
Life is complicated by three children and a husband who thinks he is still a child. I also run two businesses from home and throw into the mix two hyperactive cats and you’ve got a recipe for home-making mayhem. My car smells, I never iron and my children think the smoke alarm is for letting them know dinner is nearly ready.
I’m on a mission to change. Little by little, I’m going to become a Domestic Goddess. I’ll know I’ve made it when the PTA ask me to run the refreshments stall. You can join me on my journey by following me on Twitter, Facebook or Pinterest. I’ve made it nice and easy for you by popping some lovely follow buttons at the top right hand side of the page.
So welcome. Do stay and have a look around. This is the nearest thing to Domestic Rehab you’ll find…