Last year I spent a lot of time decluttering and getting rid of junk that had accumulated in the house. It’s made a huge difference, allowing us to focus done creativity on changing the house for the better and actually spend some time going nice things. Inevitably, it needs redoing and with this year looming up and already looking like it’s going to be full of the brim of pressures, getting some space freed up seems like a plan. Then there are things like trying to persuade Bene to sleep in his room, making sure Fran has a quiet study space as gcse’s loom and trying to find enough time and headspace in life to work, play, nurture, create and relax. Gawd.
First things first. Last weeks £50 of paint has transformed the living room and my parents have gifted curtain money to me as presents so next week I can get on with those. But before I can sort out the girls rooms I need to get rid of more junk; actually THEY need to do that but they are hopeless at it. So I’ve started clearing done space to mentally prepare myself for doing theirs. Again.
Today I sorted and exported a lot of Bene’s baby toys plus all the clothes I am now too thin for. I don’t want to risk growing back into them. I also weeded out all clothes for him and the girls that are too small or won’t be used again. One huge bag us waiting to be dropped off tomorrow, plus some old curtains, a deadly duvet and some bedding. We’ve trimmed back megablocks mixed in with our Lego and stored it and culled cuddlies, emptied bins and reorganised storage. It all feels lots better.
It was a good weekend; Maddy and Amelie both spent Saturday with friends, Fran found out she got a distinction in her first ever pro dancing exam, we got lots done including a small start on something new and exciting for the business. Fran worked hard on revision timetables and even some revision, Bene played happily, my mum visited, Max and I got a birthday meal out, Josie and Amelie played schools a weekend while making PowerPoint presentations.
I even managed a bit of crochet while they went to rugby.
It’s amazing what fifteen years of parenting can do to your perspective; it was really quite a relaxing weekend