My partner and myself seem to have gotten into this thing, where only one of us has the motivation, it is very much like we have a sack of motivation and only one of us can use it a day.
Last week, it was his turn, this week was mine. On Saturday I spent four hours cleaning the lounge. Now when I say cleaning, I mean I cleaned the skirting boards, the walls, under the sofa.
That lounge was spotless in time for Eurovision, my partner? He spent Saturday sleeping in bed.
On Sunday, he had both the boys, I spent the day in bed, he played games, did all the housework and entertaining of children.
I had a lovely time watching Alan Davis on UKTV and laughing my arse off.
Not sure who has got the bag tomorrow, I seem to have it most of last week, so I think its his turn, but also I want to keep up with my jobs and continue sorting the lego