Don’t the weeks just fly past? Artie was 11 weeks this last Tuesday which is pure madness, when did that happen?!
Sy and I had a wonderful evening with his Dad & partner
It was great to get out and have a kid free night (well, almost – Arthur tagged along but he was asleep for most of it so he barely counts) and be all ‘grown-up’ (i.e. act like big kids). It was a right giggle and we are all looking forward to doing it again some time soon!
I have reached a level playing field with the laundry basket.
For the first time since Arthur was born (and for quite a while before then if I’m honest), the washing basket is no longer buried at the bottom of a mountain. The dirty clothes pile is non-existent because it has got manageable enough to be conquered by one wash a day and the clean clothes pile (which was actually my greatest enemy) is also almost not there at all. I have sorted Tori’s clothes properly and cleared out the ones she has grown out of so that the rest actually fit in her drawers, I have managed to fit all my clothes into my wardrobe and drawers and really all I have to do now is tackle Arthur’s pile which has never really made it into drawers because he needs changing so regularly!
It feels great to not be faced with an insurmountable heap of washing, clean or dirty, every time I go into a bedroom or the kitchen. I know we are still behind on the washing up and the hoovering and you can pretty much write on the bookshelf dust but, finally, I have got the washing to a manageable point and can happily start thinking about these other things. Having another baby in the house has rather knocked the housework for six but this is a big step in the right direction and it has got me feeling good 🙂
Tori surprises me every day.
With a new word. Or a question. Or something she does. Or with how she acts round ‘R4’ (which is what it sounds like when she says Arthur. We now regularly refer to him as R4D2…poor child).
She is growing fast and gets more beautiful inside and out with each passing day.
I have fallen back in love with the guitar
Sy’s Dad coaxed me into getting my guitar back out and I am so very thankful he did. I now try and find at least five minutes a day to have a twiddle. Even if it’s just practising switching between chords or something, it’s great ‘me time’ and I love that I am slowly getting back to a point where I can actually play something and sing along with it properly. Sy’s Dad even bought us a beautiful new guitar so that Sy can learn to play as well and it can turn into a family thing that we can share.
My parents have bought me & Sy the best Birthday Present ever!
It’s not my birthday til June or Sy’s til October but Mum & Dad have got us tickets to go see Tori Amos in Manchester in November. And volunteered for babysitting duties. And booked us a travelodge room for the night.
Excited isn’t the word…how soon is November??!