Wash and put away crystal wineglasses,
Make shopping list
Buy birthday presents
Pay credit card bill
Remind Rob to glue polystyrene to the back of the loft hatch
Find next size up nappies and wraps in the attic
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- Offered everyone breakfast (refused).
- Tidied the front room and swept it.
- Half-tidied the front hallway.
- Half-swept the dining room floor.
Clearly I need to get organised.
So what three things should I send them? Links to your choice of my work in the comments please and we'll see where it ends up.
I really must learn to take self-portraits. Meanwhile, time to recharge the camera.
The morning went very well. I breakfasted moderately on pancakes and mandarin oranges. I think the great eatathon may be over. I got washed, dressed, washed the girls' faces, assembled and put on a load of laundry, and hung another load outside.
That meant going into the bakc garden.
The back garden is a disaster. Does anyone remember the storms, while I was away in Ireland? Two panels of our fence were torn down, the fenceposts and concrete bases uprooted, and the whole shebang spread over the garden. The garden shed looks a little lopsided, too. There's other debris scattered around. I was just about able to hang the laundry but there's no way Linnea coul safely go out there, let alone play.
So my new highest priority major task is to clear the garden. I can't lift the fence pieces, so Rob will have to do that, but I can work out where they're going and how. It's possible that we can break them up and send them to landfill. We have nowhere to store them while we work out more useful ways to use the waterlogged, fragile timber. If we are sending them to landfill it will probably take two weeks' worth of collections. Tomorrow's collection is recycling only, so landfill isn't until next week.
But the weather is glorious and I really could hang all my laundry outdoors if only I could get into the garden! As it is there's a load of sheets in the machine which will have to be hung indoors only because I can't reach enough of the washing line.
I've no help today. Tomorrow is fine. Friday is looking empty. Among other things, I have some Mother's Day gifts to buy; if anyone owes mothers this year it's us!
So we've been trying to reduce the amount of airspace taken up at buggy-height by other hall-dwelling things, so that it can be steered into the house by a comparative expert (me) even if rank amateurs (Rob) still struggle and bash and swear and wake the baby (he doesn't swear, actually).
All the coats not in current use are upstairs. The shoe-stacker-hangy-thing we've been using for hats, scarves, gloves, Linnea's shoes, bike paraphernalia, umbrellas, etc, has been emptied - the clothing is all in a string bag (which hangs higher than the stacker) and Rob has moved
Now there's the issue of emptying and folding the buggy, which I must get into the habit of doing every single night, but it's so tedious. I'd rather spend my evenings and mornings climbing over it to get from one part of the hall to another. Nyargh.
Launder Emer's playmat thing with arches for dangly toys Find dangly toys
- Make doctor's appointment for Rob (back)
- Make doctor's appointment for me and Emer (6 weeks postnatal)
Call midwife to tell her we did photocopy the medical notes and she can have them, also she can bring me some aromatherapy stuff to look at Take vitamin pills
- Get Rob to vacuum entire house, starting with upstairs. I can't sneeze as much as I am.
Change sheets on two beds
- Get Rob to take spare room duvet to laundrette
- Investigate cost of cork tiling vs laminate flooring instead of carpets downstairs, or at least in dining room
- Order more copies of "When baby runs" because I've sold out and don't have one for myself.
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Of course, none of that includes feeding Linnea, burping Linnea, changing Linnea, playing with Linnea, and sitting around holding her, bouncing her, singing to her, and wondering desperately how to accelerate her digestive processes so that they at least don't hurt for quite as long, even if they still hurt. It's hard work, being almost 5 weeks old. (Five weeks tomorrow! She's growing up! I feel like it's rushing past far too fast; perhaps I should take more photos).