Ironing on a need to wear basis is my contribution towards feminism

I never wake up in the best of moods. I don't think many people do in the mornings. Combined with the fact that my child wakes up super early, escapes from his bedroom and pours talc down the toilet, and that of the hugger of my Other Half. I like hugs in bed, but not when I'm trying to sleep and it's cutting off circulation.
I don't do breakfast, I do coffee. I can't start the day without a sweet milky coffee, it's like a 'go' button, you press it and we're off, occasionally needing to be recharged about 3pm.


Today was no different, 6am child in the bathroom creating a paste, usher him back into his room and back I go to bed, where Other Half is taking the piss when it comes to bed hogging. 
The house needs a good tidy. It always does to be honest. There's piles of stuff organised ready to be tidied or washed. I do it in stages, all the stuff that needs doing is in piles of organised messes. It sums up how i live my life really. 


Child is at pre school and usually this is the best opportunity to get things done, but I'm not bothering. I'm mourning the death of my ironing board. Never really a good friend, i only used her when i wanted something. Ironing I think, is such a housewifey thing to do, so stereotypical, doing it as and when is my contribution towards feminism. The selfish bitch died on me as i needed to iron some clothes for a mothers meeting at soft play. Usually I don't worry about what i wear, but my good friend LPM (lovely polished mummy) always looks so glam, people probably think she's taken up volunteer work caring for the homeless when we go out together, so i figured i should probably make an effort.


I'm off work ill with a neck problem and rather bored. I should be tidying up and organising my organised mess piles but i can't be bothered, blaming the medication i've been given as it makes me a little spaced out, which is rather worrying when i have a small child to be looking after. I've baked and played this week, and now can't possibly consume any more calories without resembling a Whale, so i really should be doing something. Usually I wait till it hits 5 o'clock and Other Half texts me to say he's on his way home, so i do a mad cleaning sprint to take away the guilt of having had such a lazy day. The plan for today is pick up child from pre school, plonk him on our bed and put Toy Story on as its the only thing that can keep him still for more than 5 minutes, then i'll have a coffee and hopefully it will stimulate something inside of me and I get something done, the guilt is too much if i don't bother.