I've had blog block lately and I've found it hard to find inspiration. Think I've just been settling into the house but also had a lot of emotional, rubbish, relationship (not of the husband variety thank goodness - he and me are all good) blurgh to deal with. In short, arranging to Baptise our BB and choosing Godparents = upset (to put it mildly) within Husband's family. I've therefore been a bit (!) grumpy and intolerant of anyone who seems to be being rude to me.
GG is unwell which has been a rubbish start to halfterm, she has a huge mouth ulcer which she's never had before and means she is eating even more like a sparrow and in addition to a normal sniffle I think maybe the stress of moving and trying to go without night time pullups (a short lived venture last week) might have had it's toll. BB is teething again and so once everyone was seated breakfast began today with a pre-meal cocktail of Calpol for all (I would have had a G&T but it was a bit early so put up with a lick of the spoons).
I've been fantasising about lounging around in pj'd bliss this week but everyday so far GG wants to get up and go and the crack of dawn (regardless of being unwell), begging me to get her dressed and asking what we're doing today and being the grumpiest troll on earth when it's not exactly what she wants to do. I can't wait to remind her of this in about 10 years time when I'll be dragging her out of her pit on a Saturday (or just hoovering her room to wake her up just like my mum did to us!). I'm exhausted already and shouting far too much.
I've not managed to go to any groups in the village yet as they've coincided with visits from my friends and I'm a bit nervous but aiming to go for it next week - BB is in desperate need of an alternative role model to a dress and princess obsessed, grumpy, flame haired girl. The trouble is he loves her so much already and crawls around after her even kissing her feet (I kid you not!) when standing up at her on the sofa.
We're going to attempt the farm this afternoon, even though they're both a bit under the weather being amongst other people might make me and GG a bit less inclined to strop and I'm also going to try and have a hair cut tomorrow (whit whoo - steady on I hear you cry!).
Oh I nearly forgot! I am now officially unemployed as I handed in my notice (I was on maternity leave). It feels weird but a huuuge weight of my shoulders as I was dreading doing it but knew the time would come once we'd moved house. Husband has been brill and not outwardly panicking at the responsibility of solely financing the family. So I am now officially a Stay At Home Mummy..........GULP.
Tuesday, 22 February 2011
Sunday, 6 February 2011
New Home....
We're in! All settled into our new home and I love it....let the villagey life commence.....
In honour of our new abode here are my top 4 tips on moving home:
1. Ply the removal men with tea and coffee and a tin of cadbury biscuits (cleverly squirrelled away from Christmas) so that even though you have bombarded them with nonsense, girly wittering anxious phonecalls during the previous week they will still collect, transport and deposit your cherished belongings with care.
2. Have the fizzy orange multivitamin tablets to hand in your 'emergency pack' so that by the end of a week of fast food (Pizza, McDonalds, Pizza again and then an Indian constituted my evening dining Weds - Fri last week) you can at least feel that you have had something healthy.
3. When your cats arrive home from the Cat Hotel make sure they go out exploring together so that even though you have day dreamed of them 'going awol' you aren't jumping at the sound of the newly installed cat flap waiting for one of them to return and calling to Husband "is that him???" every 5 minutes (this is what my mum must have felt like waiting for me to come home from the pub back in the day).
4. Fight the urge to drive past your old home to see how New Owner is doing and knock on the door to say "How do you like it? Have you changed anything yet? Didn't my Mum and I clean it so well for you? This is where we brought our babies home from the hospital to and I laboured in that bath. This is where Husband's Dad helped us board the loft and he's not here anymore so won't know our new house. Please don't rip down the beautiful rose printed Cath Kidston wallpaper from GG's bedroom without a second thought. Finally please take care of our house and love it like we did (except the noisy gangs outside in the summer either snogging or fighting almost on our front garden, the fact that our pizza delivery man got attacked down the road on his way to us one day and the not so good school catchment area)*".
* I wouldn't say this bit as he doesn't have children yet anyway to worry about catchment areas.
In honour of our new abode here are my top 4 tips on moving home:
1. Ply the removal men with tea and coffee and a tin of cadbury biscuits (cleverly squirrelled away from Christmas) so that even though you have bombarded them with nonsense, girly wittering anxious phonecalls during the previous week they will still collect, transport and deposit your cherished belongings with care.
2. Have the fizzy orange multivitamin tablets to hand in your 'emergency pack' so that by the end of a week of fast food (Pizza, McDonalds, Pizza again and then an Indian constituted my evening dining Weds - Fri last week) you can at least feel that you have had something healthy.
3. When your cats arrive home from the Cat Hotel make sure they go out exploring together so that even though you have day dreamed of them 'going awol' you aren't jumping at the sound of the newly installed cat flap waiting for one of them to return and calling to Husband "is that him???" every 5 minutes (this is what my mum must have felt like waiting for me to come home from the pub back in the day).
4. Fight the urge to drive past your old home to see how New Owner is doing and knock on the door to say "How do you like it? Have you changed anything yet? Didn't my Mum and I clean it so well for you? This is where we brought our babies home from the hospital to and I laboured in that bath. This is where Husband's Dad helped us board the loft and he's not here anymore so won't know our new house. Please don't rip down the beautiful rose printed Cath Kidston wallpaper from GG's bedroom without a second thought. Finally please take care of our house and love it like we did (except the noisy gangs outside in the summer either snogging or fighting almost on our front garden, the fact that our pizza delivery man got attacked down the road on his way to us one day and the not so good school catchment area)*".
* I wouldn't say this bit as he doesn't have children yet anyway to worry about catchment areas.
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