What I should have mentioned yesterday was that there were about another six or seven pictures of piles of laundry that I could have shown you. I don’t mind showing you at all but it became so boring to upload them all that I stopped at a certain point as I was due to have a nervous breakdown.
But, and it’s a big BUT, in amongst the piles of washing there are corners of the house that are starting to look cosy. As the cooler weather sets in and the garden starts to slow down my attention invariably turns towards the house and to the cosiness of it as I know that we’ll be spending many months hanging out on the carpet and not on the lawn.
With the arrival of the babies and the intense tiredness that seems to follow me like a cloud occasionally, I am taking my house on in bite-sized chunks. Being an ‘all or nothing ‘ type of person I would usually take on far too much and then become overwhelmed by it all and get discouraged. This isn’t the way I want to do my house this Autumn so I’m starting small.
And this corner has my name written all over it.
A couple of weeks ago I saw the light coming in the window above the chair in this corner of the room and I just wanted to plonk my bottom down, pull my knees up towards my chest and nap. I had pulled the chair over to that corner as I was hoovering the rest of the room and wanted it out of the way. But standing back and looking at it I realised that it made a nice spot. So I set about dressing it up a touch more and allowing myself to dream of a good book, a project or a baby on my lap while resting at the end of the room.
I wanted colour.
Books the colours of jewels.
And flowers that amaze me every time I stare in to their perfection.
I worked quickly as I wanted to see the finished corner before the sun dipped out of site. At this time of year the sun may not be seen again for a few days so it’s best to make the most of it.
I added my favourite cushion and by doing so marked this corner as my territory. Not to be invaded.
Well I say that, I know very well that if I were to sit on my own for five minutes at this end of the room I’d soon be calling for Robert to join me.
Can you see the flex from the fairy lights around the window?
They are still up from the magazine shoot and as Christmas will be here in five minutes flat I’m certainly not taking them down only to have to put them up again. I’d rather play with my children.
Simple things. Simple joy.
Uncomplicated and ready to enjoy in an instant.
Have you ever bought yourself a cake, a bar of chocolate or a bottle of wine to enjoy later in the day when you have time to yourself?
I did that with this corner. I saved it up.
It was bath time you see.
I find this time of day very hard occasionally.
I have two babies who need bathing, changing, feeding, comforting, drying, dressing and undressing when they do a poo that reaches their armpits. And I need to do them both at the same time while also stopping them from drowning and trying to give them both the most perfect end to a day that a child could wish for simply because they are my children and they deserve it, but I also enjoy it immensely.
Anaïs has found her voice you see.
A sweet, sweet angel of a voice that whispers and sings and makes me cry while I describe it. I sit back, leaning against the bath and watch her and pray that no one ever hurts her.
I think that is a common prayer amongst new mummies and one that unfortunately can’t be answered as they are bound to feel a little bit of pain at some point.
But god help the person if I am there, that’s all I’m saying!
Sometimes, when I am not on the ball enough, the application of the talc after bath time becomes a little, how shall I put this, liberal!
Ned looks at me as if to say “I know you’re tired, but can you rub it in a little bit? I look ridiculous”
“I’m sorry, love. Come here and I’ll fix it”
“That’s alright, mum. No worries”
And then they are asleep.
And my corner is there, surrounded by laundry as you know, but it is there. Ready.
And I’m glad that I’m tackling the place in bite sized chunks because I love it when the house is calm and neat and tidy. It’s great and it’s more restful and I feel that I can manage more.
And so I sit and prop my chin up on my arm and wait for Robert to get in. And I slowly fall asleep….while planning my next corner and knowing that many corners make a house. And a house makes a home.
Have a delicious Tuesday…..WEDNESDAY, I meant Wednesday. Oh dear.
I love you,
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