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Showing posts with label Chaos. Show all posts

Tuesday, 22 September 2015

The Week That Was - 21st September

This week has been all about my daughters leaving for university and it seems like no time since Sophia arrived home from the US. As a result, life has been pretty manic in the Anderton house and our time together as a family of four was lovely, but all too short. I now have to wait until Christmas to see my daughters again :o(

This was my week...

Birthday celebrations continued on Monday, with a visit to the Warner Brothers Studio Tour. As my daughters have grown up with the Harry Potter books and films, this was something they had wanted to do for a while. As I'd expected, the girls had a wonderful day.

Butterbeer ice cream comes highly recommended, although I wasn't quite so taken with the actual drink.

Note to self: the next time I book the cat in for a check-up at the vets, I'm going to have to be more resourceful and not only remember to put notices on the doors...

...but also remind the rest of the family to keep the windows closed as well! The cat spied an opportunity to scarper when Sophia opened the conservatory window. I was alerted to the fact she'd escaped, after seeing her disappear over the top of the shed while I was upstairs folding laundry. We arrived just fifteen minutes late for her appointment after I ran out into the garden and bribed her back in with a bag of Dreamies.

On Thursday I dropped Olivia off at the coach station. I was convinced that she'd loaded her bag with bricks as the two of us struggled to carry it. Mr A and myself had already moved our eldest daughter into her new house back in July, which meant that we didn't need to make the 500 mile round trip with all of her belongings. You can read about this here and here if you wish.

Saturday was all about getting Sophia packed up and ready to leave. My youngest daughter does not travel lightly and the scene at home was very chaotic indeed. Everything came together eventually.

On Sunday we were up early. All the way there I couldn't help thinking about what we'd left behind and sure enough, there were several things that needed to be replaced. This always happens. 

By the time we arrived home again on Sunday evening, it was rather late, I fell asleep on the sofa and stayed there until bedtime. I'm happy to report that Sophia's new accommodation is lovely and her new housemates, delightful. I'm optimistic that the third and final year at university for my daughters will be fabulous.

Sharing the house with daughters who are away for most of the year is bittersweet. I just get used to having the two of them around, only for them to leave all over again. Right now, the house is a little too quiet for my liking. I'm guessing this will take a week (or two) to get used to.  

Here's to another crazy week whatever you're up to...

Copyright©2015 Izzie Anderton
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Thursday, 25 June 2015

The Curious Incident of the Socks in the Airing Cupboard

The number of odd socks in the airing cupboard had been puzzling me for some time. There were twelve of the things blinking at me each time I opened the door and the only suggestion that my daughters may have something to do with it - was that every last one, was theirs.

I'd toyed with the idea of flinging the lot into the ragging bag, but wondered if the mystery might unravel after the girls arrived home.

A couple of weeks ago, Sophia was packing for Camp America. She had decided that fifteen pairs of socks were ideal for her needs. I spied several pairs that turned out not to be matched with their twin and found each of the errant socks in the airing cupboard pile. Since when did the wearing of odd socks become a thing I wonder?

Meanwhile, undies were in short supply. With only five pairs located for Sophia's suitcase, we skipped off to M&S to purchase more. As Olivia had left for uni a few days previously, it appeared that she had taken most of them. More undies means you can wash less often and this is a good thing when you're a student - apparently. She also had one of my cardigans from White Stuff. I only know this as she was wearing it when I last saw her on Skype. Grrr. She'd also taken her sister's swimming costume - this meant another trip into town.

Since Sophia's left home for the summer, the end is in sight for the laundry pile. I've re-discovered a cerise fleece, one not-so-white cardigan and a pair of cashmere mittens - all of which have been missing since January.

Meanwhile, my gorgeous new walking boots from Trespass have upped and left with my daughter and will be spending the summer in Oregon enjoying horse riding and numerous hikes in the woods.

I've also misplaced a waterproof jacket, but rather than look for it - I've decided that it's probably on location with one of my offspring. Hopefully this will reappear in September when my daughters are home celebrating their 21st birthdays.

I've concluded only - that being a similar size to my daughters is not necessarily a good thing.

Ever wonder if you're going mad?

Until next time...

 Copyright©2015 Izzie Anderton
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Thursday, 4 June 2015

Let the chaos commence...

We ring our youngest daughter as we leave the motorway to collect her from university at the end of her second year. Sophia has been conspicuous by her lack of communication all week and I say, 'Hi, we'll be there in an hour.' I am taken aback by her reply, 'Oh, I've just woken up, are you picking me up today?' She may have heard me say, 'Grrrrr,' among other things, before she starts to giggle and adds, 'Only kidding.'
Mr A and myself suspect that she was hard at work making the most of the peace before we descend and attempt to cram all of her treasured belongings stuff into the car. We'd guessed that she wouldn't have packed and our fears are confirmed as we arrive to tackle the chaos that is student accommodation.

The rest of the morning is spent packing and cleaning the house before locking up and heading into town for lunch. Sophia has hysterics over a small spider stuck to her jumper. I end up removing it and remind her that she's about to spend ten weeks in the Oregon wilderness this summer.

Mr A's top talent is sandwiching all of our beloved daughter's belongings into the car. I don't know how he does it - but somehow everything goes in, and the pillow thoughtfully stashed behind my back makes for a relaxed return journey. I am feeling ever so slightly exhausted after staying out until 1 am and getting up a little after five.

Sophia arrives home with twelve loads of washing and some of her kitchen stuff. Where does it all go I wonder? Is there a stash of pans and cutlery in a heap somewhere in every university city along with all the odd socks that would make pairs if only they found their way home again?

We're home in time for dinner and I'm comatose on the sofa by 9 pm. The washing is abandoned in the garage, the conservatory filled with uni kit and she's spirited the stuff she actually wants up to her room. She immediately requests that we extract the large suitcase from the loft as she needs to pack and leave again next week. After heading off to bed, I'm woken at 1 am by my daughter, 'Mum, you don't have a spare toothbrush do you?' Will there ever be a time when my kids don't wake me up?

I have spent the past week preparing for the onslaught of chaos. The freezer is filled with home-cooked meals, the house was tidy before Sophia arrived. And heck, I've even baked.

And, I have no idea how it happens, but somehow you forget the mayhem of life together as a family and get used to a simple existence with only a cat and husband for company. Although you miss hugs and the scent of your children - it appears that they cope rather admirably without you. The latter is sad, but comes with the realisation that your beloved offspring are preparing to fly the nest for good.  

Olivia arrived home on Tuesday. It's delightful to have both daughters home at the same time. And so, if I'm not around so much during the next week - it's because I'm making the most of our time together before they vanish all over again.

Wishing everyone a fabulous weekend - whatever you're up to x

Copyright©2015 Izzie Anderton

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Tuesday, 3 February 2015

Every Cloud...

Olivia came back from university last week to catch up on some reading. And obviously I was happy to see her, but she couldn't have picked a worse week to return home.

For starters,the bathroom is mid-renovation - I say mid with hint of sarcasm. At time of writing our newly fitted toilet is out of action as the cistern's cracked and leaking water all over the recently tiled floor. As we're not getting a replacement for another week and a half - we'll have to manage without.

Mr A and myself had arrived home from Wales the previous weekend to discover that the house was freezing. The pressure had dropped in the boiler while we were away and the heating had conked out. Fortunately after topping it back up it fired into action. On a slightly more positive note, our 20-year old fridge had also packed up during our absence, but as the house was so cold its contents were fine.

I ordered a replacement which was due to be delivered 4 days later, but as the temperature outside was so cold I stuck a coolbox in the back lobby wine store and used this as a temporary fridge once the house had warmed up again.

Olivia meanwhile was happy to be home and enjoyed having a bath (something her uni accommodation doesn't have). Fortunately, as this was the only functioning item in the family bathroom this was very good news for my daughter.

Meanwhile the water and electric were on and off throughout the week to allow renovations to continue. The house looked as though a spiteful imp had sprinkled bits on the floor and spewed a coating of dust over every surface. Is anyone capable of closing the doors before making a start on the tile cutting, sanding or angle grinding I wonder? I guess this is too much to ask.

Sophia's bedroom is currently doubling up as a workshop and it isn't everyone who has a redundant sink, toilet and bathroom cabinet awaiting disposal in the conservatory floor. I keep thinking about picking up a duster and attempting to create some semblance of normality in the house only to shake my head and think, 'Seriously, what's the point?'

They say that every cloud has a silver lining and that's certainly been the case in the Anderton house over the past week. I joked with Mr A that for every negative there was also a positive when he was struggling to see the funny side and starting to get a little growly. He cheered up no end after a couple of bottles of cider and a night off from the mayhem.

The best silver lining of all however, was getting to spend the entire week with my daughter. She's fabulous company and I miss her already now that she's left. I've just found out that I've won 6 bottles of Prosecco - that has made me very happy indeed.

Until next time...

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Friday, 12 December 2014

Collecting Olivia...

On Wednesday I caught the train into Birmingham to collect Olivia from the coach. I head to the station where there are no car park spaces to be had. After driving round three times I nip into a tiny space that isn't really a space at all. There's a queue at the ticket booth and the 10:25 comes and goes without me. I catch the 10:40 and arrive just in time to collect my daughter. I shower her with hugs and she's isn't happy - I do it anyway - it's weeks since I last held either of my daughters.

We head off to Birmingham Christmas Market and mingle with the crowds, resisting the temptation of gluhwein at lunchtime.

And opting for gingerbread instead...

We may have bought some of these to take home...

How gorgeous is this carousel?

Here's Olivia thinking about Christmas presents...

Next, we visit Selfridges, where I'm really rather taken with these cute bunnies....

And thinking that this would make an excellent gift for the Queen...

And finally, we stop to admire the twinkly lights before heading for home.

Olivia falls asleep on the train and as I watch my daughter sleep, I'm reminded of what it is to be a mum all over again. They will always be my babies no matter how old they are and I've tried to explain that someday, when they have a child of their own they will understand.

It's lovely to have one daughter home for the holidays, now all I need is the other one. Sadly, Sophia isn't coming home until 21st December... I can't wait.

Until next time...

Copyright©2014 Izzie Anderton
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Monday, 7 July 2014

Reverse Cinderella Syndrome

Real life, fairy tales.
Ever wonder if real life is the opposite of a fairy tale? I had a dream wedding in the Seychelles back in 1992 and 22 months later, adorable twin daughters, Olivia and Sophia came into our lives. Ever since that day, I have felt like Cinderella, but not in a good way. I'm the one doing non-stop chores, making life special for other members of the family, feeling tired, ratty, bedraggled and in need of a time-out.

Now that my daughters are in their late teens, I can't fathom out why they're incapable of functioning as fully-fledged adults. There are days when I've contemplated going on strike, but what's the point? And who would end up picking up all the mess?

This post has been inspired by not one, but 2 lovely people who have made me think over the weekend. First of all, the lovely Nikki over at Stressy Mummy. Last week she wrote a fabulous post about other members of her family failing to stick to her House Rules. The comments on this post were enlightening and it appeared that most of us share her thoughts.

Later that same day, I was chatting to my sister. She confessed to feeling like the hired help at home after a weekend filled with domesticity, cajoling her beloved son into completing his homework and contemplating how to cram everything in without going mad.

These are my thoughts based on experiences with my own family...

There are times when I feel as though every other member of my family is doing their utmost to wind me up. Individually they are great company, lively and hard-working (when they choose to be), but put all 4 of us together and the house goes into meltdown. To be honest, I had expected life to be different after my daughters left for university, obviously, I expected too much.

The girls are guilty of leaving belongings scattered all over the house and one (who shall remain nameless) is so much worse than the other. I can ignore the mess for so long and then I erupt into a major hissy fit, usually after tripping over the same thing in the hall for the umpteenth time in a day, when I've already told whoever to take whatever upstairs on numerous occasions. And while we're on the subject of scattering stuff all over the house, please could you stop leaving empty bottles, tubes, packets and wrappers everywhere? Ferreting all over the house rounding up rubbish is not how I wish to spend my days.

My daughters bedrooms never ever get cleaned while they are home. Why? Because I refuse to set foot in there. Most of the time I can't even see the floor. In the interests of hygiene I fling in clean bedclothes once a fortnight and fresh towels every week. After they've gone however, I am in there like a shot, (I know, it's tragic, I really need to get out more) tidying, cleaning, flinging open the windows, the works. All ready for the next onslaught of chaos.

I am tired of second guessing what everyone needs and dishing out reminders for things that are non-negotiable, like paying rent and ordering prescriptions. And posting off those all important items you left behind amidst the chaos. In fact I've just received a call from Sophia requesting that I post her driving licence as she's left this at home and won't be drinking any alcohol until the mother sends it on. I refuse to feel bad about this.

If I've asked 'Does anyone need anything from the supermarket?' I wish family members wouldn't wait until I've been and come back again to tell me that they wanted grapefruit, popcorn, stamps and a bottle of blasted expensive shampoo that I don't even use.

I actually quite like sleep. It's a shame that most mornings I'm awake at 4 am and thinking only, 'Right, what do I have to cram into today and who needs to be reminded about what?' I'm a huge fan of the film/ book I Don't Know How She Does It? And if ever there was a book written about how I think as mother, this is it. If you haven't seen the film or read the book, both come highly recommended. How old do your kids have to be before list making in your head at 4 am stops exactly?

Dinner is served most evenings at 6 pm, if you require alternative arrangements then say something. I am not telepathic. If you don't like the menu, tough. You could always offer to cook.

Nagging. Yes, I know I do this a lot and contrary to popular belief, I don't actually enjoy it. Maybe if you could take charge of  your own lives and leave me in peace to get on with mine, I'd stop altogether. The house could be quite lovely and you might learn that mum can be human to.

I actually quite like the real me. The one who gets to be herself on rare occasions when the rest of the family aren't driving her crazy. I love to spend time with my sister and remind myself that I was just me, before I became mum. Please can I stop thinking for 4 people, it's making me tired and they're all more than capable of thinking for themselves.

I have a feeling that this post could turn into an epic mass of rantiness so have decided to leave it there. If you want to read similar posts, I may have ranted blogged about this previously here, here and here. Believe me, this is just the tip of the iceberg.

I will always love my family, I'm happy to help out when you need me, but please can you all just wake up and smell the coffee?

I've recently applied for a job at a well-known magazine as an intern. This would involve moving to London for an entire month. I am so up for the challenge. My family are already panicking.

So, I'm just wondering if anyone has successfully managed to train family members and got them to come around to their way of thinking?  If you've cracked this, please could you share your tips. If not, please feel free to share your own tales of woe. I can't wait to read them.

Until next time...

Copyright©2014 Izzie Anderton

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Saturday, 24 May 2014

Your Lack of Planning is Not my Emergency

Your lack of planning is not my emergency, life with teensI have no idea who came up with the quote used for the title, but since discovering it a couple of months ago, I have used this in conversation with my daughters a couple of times. Naturally, neither child was impressed in the slightest.

After the chaos of last week, read here, the situation with both daughters is still unravelling like a reel of cotton. Plans change on a day-to-day basis and I have concluded only, that I should nod my head, agree wholeheartedly with whatever they have suggested and then immediately forget all about it. I need to learn to wait for official confirmation, before stressing about how I'm going to factor whatever, into an already crazy week. If I don't, it only messes with my head and my brain feels as though it's been whizzed through a blender and reinserted back in through my ears.

In fact, as a joke the other day, I came up with this helpful form and emailed a copy to my beloved offspring to fill in each time they require assistance from either parent.

Name: Olivia/ Sophia (delete as appropriate).

Date(s) Parental Services required:

Likelihood that the date(s) will change after your parents have juggled whatever's on in their already chaotic lives: Slim/ Moderate/ Hell yes (delete as appropriate).

Reason for request: Hugs and cake/ Supplies required/ Removal services/  IT problems/ Other (please give details):

Anticipated mileage for round-trip: Up to 250/ More than 500 (delete as appropriate). 

Size of vehicle required: I have lots of c**p that needs locating elsewhere/ I'm just bringing myself, a small case, laptop and a cuddly toy.

Once at home I require: Lots of TLC/ Mum's car/ Laundry services/ Storage space to hide all of my treasured possessions (or else they'll be scattered all over the house)/ Full-board/ All of the aforementioned options.
Terms and conditions: In the event of both parents being hired previously by your sibling on the same day, the first demand will be honoured, and you will have to change your plans. Occasionally, your parents may have prior arrangements that cannot be rescheduled, Eg holidays in Paris. In the event of any emergency, your parents will drop everything and be with you as soon as possible. Your parents love you no matter what (even though you sometimes stress them out more than you'll ever know).

By the next time I write a post about my daughters, one, or both of them may be home. I'm guessing I'll be the last to know about it though.

Until next time...

Copyright©2014 Izzie Anderton

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Saturday, 17 May 2014

Remote Parenting for Dummies

Hot off the plane from Paris last weekend and I was straight into a temporary contract working for a local company for the next couple of weeks. With our beloved daughters still at uni, I found myself looking forward to the challenge and have to confess that I'm really enjoying it. We had mentioned to our beloved daughters that we'd both be busy, and not to make plans that involved either of us. In hindsight, it may have been better if we'd said nothing at all.

Sophia has applied to work abroad during the summer. She learnt while we were in Paris last week, that she'd been given an upgraded status on her application. This means that she may have to leave the UK with only 3 days notice. Consequently, there's a panic on to get a work visa from the US embassy and she's on tenterhooks in case the placement doesn't actually come off.

This is how the week has panned out so far:

Saturday night (late)

Arrive home to a huge pile of post in the hall, including a tonne of stuff that needed to be sent to Sophia while we've been away. On the answerphone is a frantic message instructing us to call her as soon as we're back.

Sophia, 'Hi Mum, what time do you call this?'
Me, 'It's midnight, and we've just arrived home.'
Sophia, 'I need the documentation so I can make an appointment at the embassy.'
Me, 'I'll send everything off via recorded delivery on Monday. Hopefully, it'll be with you on Tuesday.'


Sophia, 'Will you come down to London with me next week?'
Me, 'No, I'm working.'
Sophia, 'Can't you take the day off?'
Me, 'No, because I'm only there for a couple of weeks and that wouldn't look very professional.'
Sophia, 'Oh.'


Sophia, 'Mum, have you sent the documents?'
Me, 'Yes Hun, sent first class, so they should be with you tomorrow.'


Sophia, 'Mum, I haven't received the documents.'
Me, 'They're probably in the post room, go and check tomorrow. If they haven't turned up, call me.'
Sophia, 'My internet's not working, can you ask Dad to call me?'
Me, 'OK, but I'm not sure what he's going to be able to do from 150 miles away.'


Phone ringing as I arrive home (late) from work.

Sophia, ''I'm just filling in my online application and need all the dates of my previous travel to the US.'
Me, 'I can tell you the months and the years, but finding the actual dates is going to take a while.'
Sophia, 'Can you let me have them as soon as possible? I need to do this now.'
Me, 'Yes dear, there's nothing I'd rather do for the rest of the evening. Have your documents arrived by the way?'
Sophia, 'Yep, thanks Mum.'

Spend rest of evening tracking down elusive dates and email 3 hours later with, 'Mums are amazing & take payment in hugs,' in the subject box.

Later that night...

Phone call from Olivia, 'You are coming down to help me move aren't you?'
Me, 'Hopefully, yes, but you haven't given me the date.'
Olivia, 'It'll be sometime in June.' Or, if I can't move into my new house right away, you might have to book 2 hotel rooms and I'll stash all my stuff in mine until I can.'
Me, 'Great, keep me posted.'

At this point I have a headache and retire for the night with a large glass of wine, promising that if the phone goes again, I am going to ignore it.


Arrive home to one answerphone message and 3 emails - all from Sophia. And later, we Skype for an hour. She has booked appointments at the embassy and with her GP. Oh, and she wants to come home next Wednesday with all of her belongings. Somehow Mr A gets cajoled into collecting her, as I point out (again) that I'm working. As she's booked the embassy appointment for the week after I finish work, there's another request for me to go to London, I'm guessing that's so I can pay for everything.


One message left on answerphone when I arrive home from work. 'I can't come home next Wednesday because...' at this point I'm not listening and that is because I am yelling, 'Aaaaarrrgggghhhh.'

Oh, and there's still no news from Olivia re moving dates.

One question: how can they cause so much chaos from so far away?

For anyone who has kids heading to uni later this year remember the following phrase - 'No news is (usually) good news.'

And yes, I am very happy that it's the weekend. At some point in the not too distant future, I may even get to blog about Paris.

Until next time...

Copyright©2014 Izzie Anderton

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Saturday, 26 April 2014

Growing Up and Moving On

Olivia has been back at university for 3 weeks and it seems like a long time already. She's been making the most of my sister visiting to get out and see more of the fabulous part of the UK that she lives in. She was also very grateful to receive a bag filled with treats from home. At time of writing, she is still looking for accommodation for the next academic year (Grrrr).

While the social side of things is relatively tame at her uni compared to Sophia's, she has been to a great party recently. The apartment where it was being held had been converted into a beach. With sand all over the floor, a large paddling pool, DJ booth and bar in the kitchen, volleyball in the corridor and a barbecue outside. Everything was going swimmingly until Security appeared and told everyone to go home.

She's also appeared as an extra in a film. This involved being on location at 7 am, so well done hun for getting yourself up. This has to be a first!

Olivia's also been doing a spot of spring cleaning and after I'd stifled a giggle, I may have been slightly proud of my daughter. Usually when we Skype I only get to see my daughter's head as she doesn't want me to see the state of her room. I'm hopeful that I'll get to see more of my daughter and her bedroom when we Skype next time. There was no evidence of any cleaning going on when she was home for the holidays and her room was horrendous by the time she left. Naturally, I did the mum-thing and returned stray belongings and had a bit of a declutter while I was at it. If Olivia's reading this, that last sentence was a typo.

My daughters believe that anything related to cleaning is a huge waste of time, when there are other far more interesting things to do instead. I get this, really I do and I loathe cleaning with every fibre of my being - but what would happen if nobody did any?

My daughter has recently read Jamaica Inn as part of her degree reading list and was thrilled when it was dramatised on the BBC earlier this week. I'd also read the book and so we decided to watch and compare notes. This is something we've always done - read books or watched adaptations and had heated discussions about them. Within the first couple of minutes I'd increased the volume on the TV and was wondering if I needed to book a hearing test. The dismal lighting didn't help and we concluded only that there was a lot of mumbling going on. What should have been an excellent dramatisation, turned out to be a huge disappointment. And for once, mother and daughter agreed on their findings - this is a rare occurrence.

Until next time.

Copyright©2014 Izzie Anderton

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Monday, 2 September 2013

The Cleaning Fairy Has Left the Building

If you think about it cleaning is a pointless task. Blink, and you've missed the scent of newly-polished gorgeousness, as someone's mucked it up and the house looks as though it's never seen a duster.

Here, it isn't the cleaning that takes the time - it's the non-stop return of scattered belongings to owners bedrooms. This, I've decided is a game I could play all day - if only I had the time and energy.

We used to tidy up once a week when we had a cleaner. I'd have hated her to think that we lived in a hovel and so, the night before she came - we'd spend a frantic half hour running all over the house and flinging stuff back where it came from. Sadly, the cleaner left a couple of weeks ago and since then, no one has done their frantic half hour fling.

The girls think it's hilarious when I ask them to tidy up. I have to admit to feeling as though I'm the mother of the three little pigs in the fairy tale (although obviously, there are only two of them) and that my daughters seriously need to move on. Which incidentally, they will be in just three weeks time. And I will be squinting to see just how their rooms look via Skype in their new accommodation at uni.

Essentially, we have too many belongings and I'm trying my hardest to rectify that. I'm always taking stuff to the local charity shops, but the trouble is - it's only me that does it. Everyone else is fixated on keeping every single thing they've ever owned! Just today I've spied a pair of pyjamas in Olivia's room that are age twelve - she's nineteen in two weeks time.

In fact, I've flung so much stuff through Sophia's bedroom door recently, that the carpet is now invisible. And, we can only walk upstairs on the right-hand side as the left is cluttered with abandoned coats, bags and sports kit.

All of the additional supplies for university currently entering the house is only adding to the chaos. Just today one of my daughters has been whinging that she has nowhere to put anything. It was ever so tempting to reply with something sarcastic.

We have given our daughters an ultimatum - either they tidy and declutter their rooms before they leave - OR WE WILL DO IT FOR THEM.

I find myself constantly questioning just how much stuff one family actually needs?! If it were up to me - I really don't think we need that much. I'm fairly strict about decluttering with my own belongings. If I buy something new, then I make sure that it's fabulous and ensure that an equivalent something gets donated or recycled. Or, if the cupboards are overflowing, I'll donate two things.

Mr A and myself would love to move house, so what better incentive is there? I might start off filled with enthusiasm, but when each and every member of the family seems hell-bent on causing more chaos - first I get stroppy, then I wonder why I bother and lastly, give up and let chaos reign once more.

Friends think that my house is super organised. They are so wrong. Should you ever pop round to mine for coffee, please don't open anything - I promise you'll be deluged by falling stuff escaping from the confines of whatever hidey-hole I've flung it into.

There are pangs of genuine envy when I see a house on Grand Designs, Restoration Home etc. Do people actually live there at all? Or, do the owners actually own nothing but tasteful furnishings, flowers, and walk only on their hands?

Even when I've made the effort to tidy up - it narks that the house stays that way for all of ten minutes. Seriously, what's the point? Questioning anyone about the whereabouts of something that's buried amongst the chaos, provokes one of the three following responses:

"I haven't seen it."

"I don't have it." Or,

"How would I know?"

 I've taken to hiding essential supplies after failing to track down a pencil sharpener the other day.

I used to work three days/ week and it was always a complete mystery how life unravelled as the days progressed. On day one - I'd open the post, recycle the junk mail, put shoes and coats away and take a few loads of stuff up and down the stairs.

On day two - I might pop the post unopened in the letter rack, put away a couple of pairs of shoes, fling the coats on the stairs and take a couple of things upstairs and leave them on the landing.

By day three I'd be completely exhausted - would make dinner and collapse in a heap on the sofa with a bottle of wine. I don't know why, but clutter is invisible after wine. And that is exactly why I'd wake to such a complete and utter mess the following morning. For some bizarre reason, it'd take me the next four days to piece everything back together and then it would be time to go back to work.

Since starting to work from home in January - it's been grim. The clutter is always there to tiptoe over and it irritates the hell out of me. I used to be quite organised, but then I had children. I'm going to admit defeat for the next three and a half weeks and then I'm going to get busy with the bin bags.

Of course, I could always just drink more wine...

Until after my daughters have left. After that, I guess I'm going to miss them and their mess more than I could possibly imagine...

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