Its 8.30am

and I want to stay in bed for a very long time. Failing that, I want to sit on the sofa in front of the telly for a very long time.

Unfortunately, I need to get up, showered and dressed, deal with a stinky boy, change and dress him, prepare dinner and put it in my new old (original 1970s) slow cooker, prepare bottles/nappies for the day ahead, pack my bags, make lunch to take with me and head out to visit a friend and then meet up with my NCT group, following which I shall head home, eat dinner with Mr WF, bathe and put the Scrap to bed and head out to collect a baby door bouncer from a fellow Freegler. I should be home and watching West Wing on the laptop in bed by 9pm.

Another nice quiet day ahead then.

[Its now 8.48am. I am still in bed. The smell from the Scrap is overwhelming. I am very hungry and need breakfast. Can’t persuade myself to get out of bed. Its too cosy.]

Its only 9.30am…

… and I’ve already had a nice breakfast with Mr WF, stripped the beds and put the bedding in the wash, fixed the dishwasher that has been broken and out of action for around 4 months, gone to Dunelm Mill and bought a new kitchen bin, transferred rubbish from old bin to new bin, fed, changed and cuddled the Scrap.

Now, off to Buggyfit, then lunch with a friend, then attempt to cook dinner before Mr WF comes home and maybe a few moments to sit down with a hot cup of tea and put my feet up.

A nice quiet day then.

Some little things (biscuits) and some bigger things (lovely people)

After a recent spurt of blogging I seem to have run out of things to say. However, I did make biscuits last night which made me very happy. Also, thanks to advice from Birdie I made A List. Its on a whiteboard in the middle of the kitchen so that it can be shared by Mr WF. On The List are things that I would like to achieve by the end of the week. By the end of Sunday all but 2 were done. Baking biscuits wasn’t on the list as I thought it would be too ambitious but I got the urge and had the time so I did. And now I feel a bit smug and alot happier.

Thanks all for your lovely comments here. Its funny how you always think that everyone else has got it together when in actual fact we’re all just very good at presenting a good front. But anyway, back to the comments – they made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside which is a nice way to feel.

I appear to be rambling. Can you tell that last night was a night of Not Much Sleep?

The washing machine (again)

So, the pipes on my washing machine were frozen. They aren’t any more. At least, they weren’t last night when the force of water blew the hose off the connector and filled our utility area with icy water.

I was very tired and had failed to get an early night. Finally I went to bed and fell fast asleep. Moments later I was awoken by Mr WF shaking me and telling me that I needed to get up. I managed to stop the flow of water (by turning off the tap) whilst standing ankle deep in freezing water in my socks and slippers. I then left Mr WF to mop up the water (using every single one of our towels – really need to get that machine working again now!) Fortunately, all it needs is a new hose which will cost about £10 and can be easily attached by yours truly.

Today, I am wearing tights and two pairs of sock as my toes haven’t quite recovered and, of course, my slippers are no longer fit for use.

It could have been far far worse and I am grateful that we were around to stop the flow of water not too long after it started.

The Snow

I haven’t yet commented on the Current Cold Snap or posted any pictures of The Snow. I haven’t even mentioned the panic buying due to More Snow Being Forecast. I can, however, sum up my feelings on the matter in the words of a famous songwriter:

The more it snows
(Tiddly Pom)
The more it goes
(Tiddly Pom)
The more it goes
(Tiddly Pom)
On snowing.

And nobody knows
(Tiddly Pom)
How cold my toes
(Tiddly Pom)
How cold my toes
(Tiddly Pom)
Are growing.

The more it snows
(Tiddly Pom)
The more it goes
(Tiddly Pom)
The more it goes
(Tiddly Pom)
On snowing.

And nobody knows
(Tiddly Pom)
How cold my toes
(Tiddly Pom)
How cold my toes
(Tiddly Pom)
Are growing.

Thank you Winne the Pooh and AA Milne.

Perfection

I am a frustrated perfectionist. Its hard to be a perfectionist when you have a small baby. The house is a mess, the laundry needs doing, and when was the last time I cooked a decent hearty meal let alone do any baking? And there has been very little knitting, crafting or making of things of late.

Its been getting me down. Everyone else seems able to do it all. Several of my friends with small babies have immaculate houses. A couple of them manage to bake. I wish I could. I am desperate to do some baking, to blitz the house, to do some studying for the training course I have just started.

Last night I got rather worked up about it all. Mr WF asked me this ‘Do you think that people will like you better if you have a tidy house, or have straightened your hair, baked some cakes or cooked a nice dinner?’ The problem is that a big part of me answers yes to this even though I know it is very silly. And therein lies my problem. I guess I need to learn that people like me for me not what I do. Maybe I just need to like myself a bit better.

The Hilton and a washing machine

So, this week has been spend at the Hilton Metropole in Birmingham. Not a glamorous location but a lovely hotel. It was Mr WFs work staff conference which was hastily relocated (in a matter of a few hours) from Wales to the Hilton due to a norovirus outbreak. It was a wonderful time and I could definitely get accustomed to staying in plush hotels.

Its always nice to get home and today brings the task of dealing with the mountains of laundry generated by a small (and rather pukey) boy. Unfortunately, the washing machine pipes seem to have frozen. So thanks to several kind offers I will spend the day wading through the laundry and distributing it to various friends for a quick wash. Talk about coming down to earth with a bump!

Maybe I’ll return…

… to blogging more frequently. Maybe that could be a New Year Resolution (I haven’t made any yet). Or maybe I am starting to reclaim my life a little bit.

The Scraplet is now 4 months old and has moved onto bottles this week (due to chronic mastitis for those in the know – wouldn’t advise getting this if I were you) and suddenly I have a little more freedom. Tomorrow I am going on a training course (all day long) on Post-abortion Counselling (I volunteer at a Crisis Pregnancy Centre). I’ve never left him for that long before but Mr WF is stepping up to the plate and doing his fatherly duty (I wonder how they’ll cope. More to the point, I wonder how I’ll cope as I’ve never left the Scrap for more than a few hours before.

The job-hunting resumes in earnest this week. I’d like to work for 2 days a week but not at the school I used to work at. However, I don’t really know what I want to do with myself. I do have a little inkling of an idea that I will be investigating and may mention here in the future if anything comes of it.

Some DIY tips

In a moment of sleep-deprived insanity, I decided that we needed to redecorate our dining room in preparation for hosting our first Christmas at our home. Patches of the wallpaper had been stripped for the rewiring and it was in a terrible state.

As a result of several weeks spent stripping wallpaper in a house where the previous owners loved to do a bodge job, I have the following advice to offer:

1) When putting up a dado rail, make sure that it is straight, especially on the wall with geometric wallpaper
2) If you run out of dado 3 inches from the end, go and buy some more, a big ol’ blob of polyfiller won’t suffice
3) If you want to block up an old fireplace by all means use a piece of cardboard and some gaff tape, but please don’t cover over the gaffa tape with polyfiller
4) When putting up wallpaper or lining paper, please don’t put a dado rail or coving on top of it as it makes it terribly hard to remove.

However, despite these and many other pitfalls, the wallpaper is stripped, the holes have been patched up and my lovely mother is coming on Wednesday to repaper the room in a very pretty wallpaper. Really looking forward to sitting down to Christmas dinner in my beautiful dining room!

Bizarre

Today I wore contact lenses instead of my usual red-framed glasses. I saw some friends who had never seen me without glasses before. Noone noticed. In fact, not even Mr WF noticed until I mentioned it to him. Bizarre