One of the plus sides of having a condition that leaves you exhausted, as well as having 2 small children, is that people don't frown because your house is a tip. It's a given that the physical strain of brandishing a duster and vaccuum cleaner is too much for someone who has spent the morning playing hide and seek with a 3 year old and has a neuroligical condition with symptoms including fatigue. But there comes a point when no amount of turning a blind eye will conceal the fact that the house needs a damn good vaccuum.
So.....I got the trusty old Dyson out of the cupboard under the stairs, dusted it off (is that irony?) and determined that the 2 and a half hours that Ben was at pre-school would be spent trying to clean the house. After around a minute, the Dyson cut out. So I had a little rest. After about 10 minutes I tried again. Same thing. So I had another little rest and sang Row, Row, Row Your Boat to Dan. I'm still not sure about the new fandangled version of this children's classic with the "If you see a crocodile, don't forget to scream..." at the end but Dan seems to enjoy the screaming bit. Although it really is more of a shout that he does. Anyway, I managed to Dyson the upstairs in about an hour and a half after more than several stops and starts.
When The Husband got home, looking it has to be said like a broken bag of biscuits, I was surprised to discover that after a long day at work and an evening coaching future football stars he wasn't really in the mood to spend any of his precious half hour before it was time for bed following instructions on the troubleshooting page of the Dyson website figuring out why it kept cutting out.
"Besides," he said with his best concerned face on, "It probably helps that it keeps cutting out because then you can't do the whole house in one big go and wear yourself out. You know you shouldn't overdo things."
He really is quite brilliant.
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