One step forward…

Why do the weekends I have a brief bit of child free time zoom by so quickly!? I’m sure last weekend went on forever, I was sort of willing Monday to come so I could get home from my brothers and get to work to have a break and recoup! This weekend…where the hell has it gone?

I have spent all of today decluttering my daughters room and, after procrastinating for an inordinate amount of time by checking for ‘the best way to declutter’ and browsing Pinterest for any nifty storage ideas that I would never get round to making, her room looks great. However this means the rest of my house has suffered because of it. I have piles of filing to do because I’d shoved a box of bills, payslips and instruction manuals under her bed as it was the only available space at the time. I have multiple loads of washing to do as I found all the clothes Charlotte had stashed behind her bed or that has been pushed behind the chest of drawers. I also have a huge pile of things to sell, charity shop or recycle because three year olds grow…out of clothes, out of shoes and bored of toys. So my one task for this weekend has created many, many more. Oh good.

Also, how many sticker books can one three year old have? I have uncovered tear out sticker pages from magazines, mini sticker books, big sticker books, rolls of stickers, window stickers and wall stickers! And how the hell do you store every type of crafting material under the sun! I have pipe cleaners, lollipop sticks, pom poms, squares of felt, googly eyes, every colour of paper and card. I felt like I was uncovering Mr Makers underground lair!

Anyway, enough whinging. I got to stay in bed until 8.30am this morning so it’s not all bad! (My 15 year old self is laughing at me now, I can tell!!)

What lurks beneath…

Well I got most if the way through my decorating project, although despite being able to move my wardrobe out from the wall (eventually), I can now not move it back. I keep finding spots of paints on my person and feel like I’m high from the fumes when I walk into the room because it’s too cold to have the windows open all the time (stupidly I didn’t choose one of the low fumes brands).


But despite the fact it’s not quite done I’m proud of myself for getting on and doing it. I am one if the biggest procrastinators I know so getting started was a challenge. It is also lovely to have a bedroom that feels like it is mine and has no history. It is fresh and bright which is how I’m starting to feel again.

Obviously, before the painting comes the big sort out has to happen which has been cathartic in itself but I have come across so much stuff that I have no idea what to do with. What is the protocol when it comes to canvases of your wedding pictures that you used to have over your bed? Do you chuck it? Do you hide it away? Do you ask if your ex wants it? All of these options feel weird. It’s not like it’s ever going to be displayed again but tossing it in the trash seems harsh in someway. A photo album of wedding pics can easily be stashed on a book shelf only to be looked at periodically but an A3 size canvas??

I have also come across and amazing selection of crap from under my bed and a wide selection of make up and hair accessories I had forgotten I had! I’m not going to mention the dust behind the bed or someone will dob me into Obsessive Compulsive Cleaners and I’ll have some crazy, neurotic bleach freak knocking on my door. Everything in moderation I say…and on that note I think I deserve a glass if wine! Cheers!