Spring Fling.

Wowzer. The de-clutter bug is going through my house like a dose of the salts. With a promise to be ruthless, I pulled clothes out onto my bed, drawer by drawer. I tossed odd socks, stained tees and past-it knickers into the cleaning-rag bag.

I tried everything else on. Anything clean and good but no longer for me went into the op-shop pile. All the heavy winter things went into a big suit case that all the summer stuff had just come out of. I cleaned my shoes. I polished some boots and stuffed paper in them to keep them straight over summer. I'm even getting through my alterations, taking up pants just in time for shorts weather. 

*sigh* 

I got rid of about a third of my clothes! The majority were sent to charity for someone else to buy and love which is nice. I feel lighter and it's actually easier to get dressed in the morning so it's a shame that I'm waking up all stuffy. I had to take an anti-histamine today. Yuck. The cold of last week seems to have triggered the hay fever I had for a few years before getting pregnant. Must remember to take my zinc/C powder.

We made some critters today.

bear, dog, snowman

dragonfly, pig, bird

Calling all Deities.

There's a bug going around and Bubble and I have been afflicted. Crossing fingers and actually praying to God, Buddha and Ganesh that he doesn't need steroids. Again.

I'm not actually very sick just running hot and cold and cloudy in the brain. I refuse to get bad. I'm really being very kind to myself and napping on the couch with Bubs which is not like my usual 'keep going until I break' health plan.

This house is being transformed, it started with the toys and has now hit the pile that was once a kitchen table. We've been eating in front of the telly for umm... quite awhile. Pretty much since I pulled out my sewing box and made all kinds of promises about finishing this task or that. There are a shit load of excuses going on and it doesn't help that the house is too small to allow for a designated sewing area. Wahhhh!

My Mum always served our evening meal at the kitchen table. NO telly. Just 3 kids sitting around a little kitchen table (lot's of good memories) Sometimes we ate at the dining table with Mum and her Boyfriend. (lot's of bad memories)

When I left home I went to live with my Boyfriend's family for 3 months. They ate dinner together every night, Mat's family were the same. When my kids look back over their childhood I don't want them to think sitting in front of the telly and eating is normal or parents eating at a different table to the kids is normal. 

I have always loved our family sitting around the table chattering and laughing so today I am going to move all my shit and start relishing my kids and food in a way I haven't for quite a few weeks.

Health warning: Eating dinner in front of the telly for weeks on end can have a negative effect.

Squeak 2005

Fortunately the effects are reversible. Oi Squeak! Is that Mat's famous pumpkin and leek lasagna?