Despite vowing when I was pregnant with William that I WOULD NEVER touch a paintbrush in December, here we are again. We have painted the baby’s room and haven’t stopped this weekend. We’ve been to Ikea and spent a fortune, we stayed up half the night assembling flat pack furniture and were up again at arse-o-clock on Sunday to get the Bald Kitten’s new bed and furniture assembled and to paint the hall, stairs and landing. Except with didn’t get to pick up a paintbrush. Today hubs has had the day off and we’ve drilled about seventy million holes in the walls and hung seventy million pictures. We’ve sanded, taped, rollered and brushed. And painted again. In fact it’s 10.00 pm here and we’ve just finished. We’re knackered. But we both have work tomorrow. When we get home it will be finding any bits we’ve missed or haven’t covered then cleaning all the pictures frames to re-hang them and hoovering the equivalent of the Sahara Desert in dust. And then in the evenings making sure that each room in the house is cleaned so I can put up the Christmas decorations on Sunday. Which wouldn’t be such a task if I wasn’t working and extra full day today AND half of Saturday at the Christmas Fair of the Charity I work for. Followed by family festivities that are actually starting before the fair finishes so I’ll be late which coincidentally is a real anxiety trigger for me.
This week wouldn’t be as stressful with the house being a complete shit hole, which is some sort of reaction to you getting a paintbrush our. It doesn’t matter where you’re painting, a large or small area the whole house becomes absolute chaos (another anxiety trigger!).
This may be why hubs found me crouching on the kitchen floor in floods of tears earlier. I was hoping the boy and I could make cards together this week but I just don’t know when that can happen. I’ve got too many deadlines this week. Some I’ve set myself, some are set for me. I’m both eager to get to, and wanting to avoid at all costs, work this week. Eager because once this fair is over I can relax a bit but it’s not all I’ve got on. I suspect a I’ll get a load of emails from people who haven’t read the sodding emails I sent weeks ago, several times, giving them all the information they need. I mean I repeat myself all day to a two year old, it’s gets a bit thin when I have to do it at work too…
So anyway, second coat done. Paint everywhere, stuff everywhere hubs and I are knackered and that won’t be going away anytime soon and I have made a vow to all that this is DEFINITELY THE LAST SODDING DECEMBER ANYTHING OTHER THAN A TREE GETS DECORATED.
In other news:
To prepare our Shark for all the vacuuming it’s going to be doing this week I washed the filters. The Bald Kitten took this opportunity to bite a chunk out of the sponge filter.
Captain and Marmite have buggered off to snooze in a house less chaotic than ours.
I finish work in three weeks.
The Postpartum Years 