Spring Has Sprung

I'm just taking a breather. It's been a lovely day - the sun is shining, though no doubt it is still very cold out (I haven't ventured out yet).

I'm having a very productive day. I've done lots of washing, the dishwasher is on for the second time, and I've sorted out all the clothes in the boys' bedroom. We have a tendency in this house to dump piles of clean washing in one of the bedrooms and then just leave them there. So I've sorted out a huge mound of stuff that was hanging around in their room. Most of it was Sean's anyway, with quite a bit of Colin's and a little bit of mine and Ethan's (and I found one of my shirts that I've been looking for for a while). Then I made a start in my bedroom. I'm on my second binbag full of rubbish, and I've managed to put loads of my clothes away, though there's still loads more to put away. But it's a start. My life would be made a lot easier if Colin would get off his arse and clear out the s*it by his side of the bed (which he promised me faithfully weeks ago that he would). I can see that the only way to get it done is to do it myself. Anyway, there are still four big piles of clothes on my bed to get put away, not to mention the six piles on Ethan's bed (three of which belong to Sean), and several huge piles of stuff to be washed. Sigh.

Oh, and in between all that I've managed a couple of hours of MCLOSA stuff.

I had a big row with Colin this morning (who has now thankfully buggered off down South for work for a few days - shame it's not for a few weeks!) He was stressing because his clothes weren't ready for him to pack to take. He didn't like me pointing out that if he'd got off his arse yesterday and given me the clothes to wash then, they'd have been done. Then he was getting really stressed because he was trying to make all the outstanding stamps before he went, and was having problems. I (very helpfully) pointed out that if he'd made all the stamps last night (instead of watching bloody Torchwood and God knows what other crap) he wouldn't be stressed now. Then he started going on about the state of the house - apparently it's MY fault it's a tip. So here I sit in the lounge, looking around at the mess ... and what do I see? About four boxes that are full of stamp stuff that should not be in here - well, that doesn't belong to me, does it? And in the bedroom - clothes on the floor, a million dirty cups, and the majority of the rubbish - none of it was mine - the cups were on his bedside table (no joke, there are three plates and about seven cups on there at the moment, AND I already took 9 cups down this morning). As I told him in no uncertain terms, the only thing he does around the house is make it messier. Gggrrr. Thank God he's gone and we can have a couple of days of peace and quiet!

Though of course, he's competing with Sean for who can piss me off the most. Sean has been out today and I told him to be back by 4.00 pm as there are things to be done. So, as usual, at 3.45 he rings and says that his friend's Mum has invited him to hang out at their house for a bit - I say no, come home please, but he has to argue the toss, doesn't he - so I just hung up on him. He will be getting a very frosty reception when he deigns to come home, whenever that may be (it's gone 4.30 so he's already late).

Bloody boys.