Hola, m’dears. Today in England we have that wonderful national treasure falling from the sky – rain, and what looks like plenty of it. It’s overcast and disgusting looking out, but it’s definitely made up for by how gorgeous the grass is year round. Oh, and all the hay fever-causing pollen bastids, but that’s something altogether different.
As I sit here today luxuriating in my solidarity (my husband took the baby to ‘work’ with him today, giving me some decompression space), I chuckle at my driving need to be doing things. I’m not sure if I’d know relaxation if it bit me on the ass; it’s a bit of a hold-over from the days where I would completely pass out if I weren’t in motion (thank you, endometriosis, you fiendishly difficult to diagnosable ass). So even though I’m hilariously limping around from the damp in the air and still down an arm, I find myself scooting around the house tidying up. There’s some normality in this – on Mondays that I stay home, I’ll get the laundry caught up, do dishes, etc – anything to keep it off of my poor husband’s pretty little brain.
But there’s a bit more to the normal chores and baking today – today, I continue our efforts to reclaim our home. As some may or may not know, houses in the UK are kind of on the teensy side – new build homes are the smallest in Europe as of a few years ago. And while our place isn’t new build, I definitely feel a bit nervous that our biggest room is the same size as my bedroom before I left my parent’s house (and then they subsequently moved – d’oh!). Oh sure, I had the secondary master bedroom in that house, but even my siblings’ smaller rooms are generally bigger than the rabbit hutch tiny rooms that occupy the average British home. So when you’ve got two bedrooms, three people, and two cats, there tends to be a lot of clutter in spite of our best efforts. But for some reason, we’re winning the battle this week – we’re actually managing to make the space ours again.
Of course, this doesn’t make the house any less cluttered, per se – it just makes it better organized clutter. Moving Leah into the other room means I can take that newly created space under where we’ve put her crib to stash all her toys. All of a sudden, I have a living room again; I’m not dying attempting to dance around scattered toys. The exercise bike, as shown yesterday, was moved to where the crib was (and all those lovely clothing that I used to wear pre-baby are finally bagged up, rather than taunting me from the floor pile). Of course, there are other displaced objects that need rehoming – the bag of clothing needs to go to my mother-in-law’s house for storage, as does the old TV (if we don’t just take it to the tip – it will be easier and cheaper to buy a small flat screen if we ever want to replace it). But at least the stuff is being moved around, and the newly created spaces make the house feel so much happier.
Heck, I’ve not even preened on the most important (to me) bit yet – the kitchen. I consider our kitchen mega-tiny, and the relative lack of space has been a bone of stressful contention for me. We don’t really have a lot of kit in there, but until recently, it took a lot of juggling to make what kit we do have work for us. Really, it took the introduction of our sexy sexy Christmas present to buckle down and get it done; thank goodness we have unutilised cupboard space! ‘Cause I had my beloved, but underused slow cooker to put up to make room, but that somehow made a world of difference in getting the initiative rolling. Before the husband knew it, I’d shifted most everything off the counter to make room to indulge my baking addiction, and now I’m happy coming down into the kitchen. He did his bit on the other side of the tiny tiny room, and mmm…
*wipes up drool* If you can’t tell, I really like having space to use. <__<
Anyhoos, my alone time is almost at an end, so besta get prepped to chat up the next round of cleaning/sorting with the husband – hooray! Have a nice day, what’s left of it. 😉