Watching paint dry

18 01 2014

Watching paint dry

This is turning out to be a LONG weekend!

Whilst having a beautiful home is definitely something I aspire to, home decoration is arduous, especially as FFOMC and I are working to a deadline. Our flat pack bedroom furniture has been arriving over the past two weeks with one more item still to come – each piece is currently still in its box proped up against a wall and we are running out of space. But the delay to project painting while awaiting a visit from our landlord to give us the go-ahead, alongside the planned delivery and assembly of our new divan bed on Thursday means we are on a deadline to get our bedroom painted this weekend.

The painting part I have no partcular objection to. It is a task that rears its ugly head only once in a blue moon after all and the end result is worth the trauma but the waiting around is tedious and the impact on ever other room in my home is causing me to rip my hair from my head.

There are piles of clothes everywhere now that our wardrobe has been taken down and random items scattered throughout our flat and no way of dealing with them until the paint work is complete. However the process involves: washing the walls with sugar soap solution – then waiting 30minutes; painting the ceiling with one coat – then waiting some more; applying second coat – more waiting and so on and so forth. The panelled door took considerably longer than I had anticipated and the prospect of applying a second coat or even starting on the skirting boards was simply too much for today.

FFOMC has been absolutely amazing especially my current inability to clamber up ladders or stretch but I am an excellent tea maker and biscuit provider.

I am of course looking forward to my beautiful new bedroom which will hopefully be completed next Saturday when my 4 door wardrobe is assembled for us but until then I am living in absolute chaos, and then of course we need to move onto the nursery and the rest of the flat…

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Lumpy’s bedtime song updated

16 01 2014

It was bothering me somewhat that I had only written the beginning of Lumpy’s bedtime song – so in classic OCD mode I have agonised about it until I gave up and had to create the ending 🙂

A productive way of spending my evening when I have so many other much more pressing matters to attend to!

Who tells the best bedtime stories Little Lumpy?

That would have to be your Mum.

Dad tries his best but he can’t do all the voices,

For sound effects, Mummy makes all the best choices!

So, who tells the best bedtime stories Little Lumpy?

That would have to be your Mum.

For a sense of drama and terrific ad libbed plots,

Just ask for your Mum you know she’ll pull out all the stops.

So, who tells the best bedtime stories Little Lumpy?

That would have to be your Mum.





Epic Clear Out Part 2

28 12 2013

Book collection

My Epic clear out that started some time ago with my shoes is not progressing as quickly as I had initially planned or hoped. I have no energy with which to approach such complicated tasks right now and any endeavour taking longer than 10mins of my time seems to exhaust me beyond reason.

However the time has come to tackle the mammoth task of managing our book collection. It will come as no surprise that FFOMC and I are both big readers. Moreover we both value books and believe them to be amongst the few sacred things we own. We take care of them and find it extremely difficult to part with them. However they are gradually taking over our home with our post Christmas selection of new titles still underneath our Christmas tree, an ever growing hoard in the bedroom and a computer room collection that cannot be confined to the bookshelves originally purchased to contain our obsession.

But time for change before our home looks like this:

book hoarder 3

Watch this space for an after picture hopefully with a lot fewer books and a lot more space to clutter with baby stuff.

 

 

 





Head, shoulders, knees and toes

27 12 2013

head shoulders knees and toes

It would appear that Lumpy has discovered his arms and elbows.

This evening, the plan was to have a relaxing night on the sofa, snuggled up with FFOMC in front of the season finale of series 5 of Sons of Anarchy. However these plans were rudely interrupted by the persistent Mexican wave effect across my stomach as my wriggly child stretched and flexed his newly formed limbs. Dad-to-be grinned and gushed as his son rewarded him with kicks galore while I writhed and wriggled trying to find a comfortable position in which to lie.

It is reassuring that little Lumpy is such an active little being and is clearly having a whale of a time as he discovers new and interesting ways of manipulating his little body inside Mummy’s tummy. But if he took take a moment to acclimatise himself to his surroundings and be a little more aware of say avoiding my bladder for example and stay within certain “zones” I would be most grateful and a lot more comfortable.

 





I’m dreaming of a dry Christmas

26 12 2013

Dry Christmas

Each year the last big shop before Christmas has traditionally been to buy booze.

However this year I am unable to drink and this has meant some changes to my shopping list. As well as ditching alcohol I am trying to avoid caffeine and am becoming increasingly bored of orange juice and milk.

As I battled my way through the store, gone were the usual Sherry, red wine and seasonable cocktails and in their place were Shloer, Virgin Mojitos and some Peach concoction I have yet to sample.

Far from deminishing my festive spirit, I do not miss alcohol and have come to realise that it has played much to large a role in my life to date.
I have a nice bottle of Cava which I have been mixing with orange juice to enjoy with my meals on Christmas and Boxing day; mainly for a change of pace but beyond that it has been a dry Christmas for me for the first time since I turned 18.

I hope after the baby is born that I can maintain certain aspects of my current lifestyle and although I do not plan to be permanently alcohol free, I don’t think it will do me any harm whatsoever to keep it confined to weekends and special occassions.





“And onto them a son was given”

25 12 2013

Master Lumpy

 Master Lumpy 2As some of you may know FFOMC and I recently had our 20 week scan. Although we both wanted to know the gender of our baby, we decided to keep it a secret until Christmas Day as a special present.

 

The wait has driven us both crazy, but it was well worth it when we received the amazing news this morning that we will be having:

A BABY SON.

Very appropriate for Christmas and the best present ever.

Mum and Dad-to-be are delighted with our little one affectionately known as Lumpy for the time being. He got more presents than we did and is already a much loved and treasured addition to our wee family.

Wishing you a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year – 2014 will certainly ring in the changes for us 🙂





Baubles, bangles and beads

24 12 2013

special mum and dad

This time last year as I spent the evening with FFOMC I couldnt wait for Christmas morning.

As is our tradition we start the day by opening our Christmas stockings in bed, usually at an unreasonably early hour despite the absense of children in our home.

I was particularly excited about a small gift nestled in the toe of his stocking – a last minute purchase inspired by one of FFOMC’s weaker moments following a work party. He had come home tipsy and bleary eyed and for some reason a little emotional about the worry that we would never have a family of our own. I reassured him that although I wasn’t ready to start a family that second in time, I did want to be the mother of his children.

The next day on a last minute shopping trip I discovered the Christmas bauble pictured above. It doubles as a money box and reads:

“Merry Christmas to a Special Mum and Dad”

I wrapped it carefully and attached a tag with the following words written on it:

“This gift is only little, but it’s special in a way,

It’s a promise of the future that I’ll spend with you one day.

For now you just protect it & fill it up with me,

And maybe this time next year it can hang upon our tree.

You’ll need to make the nice list so you better not be bad,

And by this time of next year you could be a special Dad.”

At the time I wrote these words I had no immediate plans to become a parent but low and behold, one year later I am once again excited on Christmas Eve, but this year our special Christmas bauble is hanging on the tree and we are anxious to open a card which will reveal whether we are expecting a little boy or a little girl.

FFOMC will indeed make a wonderful father and no doubt this time next year we will be filled with all the excitement experienced by all new parents about to spend their first Christmas with their first child.

Happy Christmas everyone!