During our early morning breakfast meeting Rory and I touch base to compile an action plan for the week ahead. We compare notes, swap continence tips, that sort of thing. He then gives a loud satisfied burp, indicating our session is up.
Creative or Domestic?
Today it is raining so I proclaim today "Dull Domestiday." I don't like Mondays as a rule, but since I won't need to get up at the crack of dawn to commute to an office for a while, Mondays and I are on good terms again. Getting up at the crack of dawn to feed the baby is a different matter but I don't need to go into hair and makeup for that, so it's win win.
Today, Domestic Not-ess that I am, I filled 3 charity bags with clothes and begrudgingly snuck in some old handbags. When I say "snuck" I mean folded them into the clothes, as the charity bag says "clothes only, please no bric-a-brac" on the front. Apart from bad taste china figurines I really have no idea what bric-a-brac actually is. It may well include handbags, and handbags are not clothes, so I err on the side of caution.
Crap clearing: Ongoing.
Laundry: One load.
Washing up: Complete.
Kitchen: Wiped.
Living Room: Junk rearranged just enough to look tidier.
Done and done.
Obscure delight
Today whilst taking the pram out for walkies I could smell cooking onions. How I adore the smell of cooking onions. It reminds me of barbecues in the sunshine. It reminds me of music festivals, and needing to line my stomach before I get minging drunk. It is, among other things, an essential summer smell.
The fact I was wearing a waterproof jacket and had a raincover on the pram made no difference to me at all.
Babe report
Today the babe was surprisingly textbook. After waking at 6.30am he had a quiet feed, he went down for a nap, he woke again for a feed, he went down for a nap. Rinse and repeat. He was charming and smiley in between. I waited and waited for my luck to change but the worst damage he did was to pull aggressively at his favourite muslin and drench it in drool. Then, after his last feed of the day he lay on the couch in the afterglow of having been fed and watered, gave gummy grins to his parents and promptly dozed off.
My luck will change. I guarantee it.
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