Home Work

davThis is a very boring picture but it shows something about which I am very excited. Almost three years after we moved into this house, we have hooks on the back of our bathroom and bedroom doors. I can now hang my dressing gown up between showers. I was somewhat inspired by this post on the satisfaction which can be derived from teeny tiny improvements to your home. A few other small jobs have been crossed off my to-do list this week.

I’m not really a believer in things balancing out but as we put up these hooks and patted ourselves on the back, a second set of hooks came away from the wall. That’s on the to-do list for this weekend, as we’re very partial to being able to hang our coats in one spot rather than cluttering up the end of the stairs.

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Home Work

Tiny Sparks of Christmas and New Year Joy

Another happy Christmas with friends and family.

Deciding to repeat last year’s New Year’s Eve plans and making it a tradition for our family.

A new hairdryer and hair straightener as part of my Christmas present. I didn’t realise how much I missed my GHD.

Taking down the decorations and getting housey jobs done.

Remembering that this was the year we repealed the eighth and completed our family.

Tiny Sparks of Christmas and New Year Joy

Tiny Sparks of Joy

davFinding some perfect stocking fillers, like Frida Kahlo in felt form, in the National Gallery shop.

Leaving Holles Street for the last time after having a baby. I’m putting this into the joy part of my head even though I’ve been feeling a bit down knowing I’ll never go through pregnancy again.

Seeing relatives I haven’t seen for far too long, even though it was for the tiniest amount of time.

New to me cups from my mum. I’m looking forward to using them during the festive season.

Ticking some jobs off our to-do list. Not quite there but getting started is half the battle.

Tiny Sparks of Joy

The Last Firsts

I know this baby will be the last one I will ever had so the knowledge that all the firsts with him are also lasts is playing heavily on my mind. I didn’t have a particularly enjoyable pregnancy (I never do) but underneath the inconveniences of pregnancy I tried to force myself to remember that this was the last time I would do this and to lock away some positive memories.

Baby is what others would call a ‘good’ baby, especially at night. I’m wise enough at this stage to know this is very little to do with anything we’ve done and almost entirely down to him. He wakes once at night, after doing a nice stretch of sleep for a few hours, and then goes right back to sleep after not too much fussing. Last night it took me much longer to get back to sleep after feeding him because I spent too much time looking at his little face and I have to admit I didn’t even mind because I know I won’t be doing the newborn hazy phase of life ever again.

The Last Firsts

Tiny Sparks of Joy

Discovering the Mueller She Wrote podcast and having an equally obsessed friend to pass the good news on to.

Throwing some money at something and it being worth every penny. At nine months pregnant I will pay for some of my problems to go away.

Small bursts of energy in between much longer periods of achy exhaustion.

Friends having good news after a very long time.

A mainly decluttered home which means order can be restored to the whole house in less than an hour after a busy Saturday.

Tiny Sparks of Joy