Yes, this post as you can tell from the title is about 'Respect'
Currently my mother is tending to daughter duties in Russia and looking after my Granny. Which leaves me to look after the brood (The dog and 2 cats) and the house.
Now, at uni our flat was subject to a flat inspection.. Noooo, we aren't that bad. Uni is just THAT strict. I think. Ha.
But we always manage to pull it out of the proverbial bag and clean it to a 'satisfactory' level. So I thought, 'OK Anna, there is just going to be you, the dog, the cats at home. How hard could it be?'
Very hard, coincidentally. Not only do my animals like to bring corpse's of God-only-knows what animals into the house, my dog insists of bringing mud in from the garden. And I'm talking like, HUGE clumps of mud attached to half of my lawn under his nails... Not only does he bring it in - He then runs away when I try and wipe his feet which scatters the mud and grass under each nook and cranny ever invented.
Oh and whilst I'm speaking of my dog, He doesn't quite grasp the concept of walking on the pavement or on the nice dry dirt-track on the back field. No no no. He would rather jump through the sludge, roll in what can only be described as 'Swamp Mud' and then try to drink from the local brook... Now that would be fine, if the water wasn't orange... and frothy.
So, my mums back today and I'm on a frantic mission to clean up all the crap left behind by myself and my animals. Now under no circumstances am I saying I'm a domestic goddess. I've got a cold, so I have effectively used a gazillion tissues whilst coughing and spluttering. And no, I haven't even watched Titanic recently. For some reason, unknown to myself at this current time, rather than putting my tissue's in the bin.. I tend to leave them on the window sill, on the table, on my bedside cabinet. A few of them, in my defence, have ended up in the bin and that's only after my dog has tried to take a swipe at them and eat them. That's another story. Let's just call it 'Benjie: Tissue Eater'.
Oh and also, I have decided to leave all my washing up until now. Not one of my better idea's. Bone idle may be the most apt term here.
Whilst I have been cleaning this afternoon, I thought I better put down in words just how hard it is to look after the house. I ought to show a little respect to my mother as she does this on an everyday basis. My proposal, to show how much I take her for granted, is (once the washing up has been done) to bake her a cake and make her some dinner for when she gets home. This is another problem, as I am the world's worst cook, but hey I'll give it a try.
So, I just want to say, I love my Mum, and wish me luck!!
