The last couple of weeks have been a bit busy. I have made the decision to go back to work a couple of days a week. Although it is all very flexible and I am able to work it around my girls it has taken some getting used to. Trying to implement some kind of routine and organisation. As such I have been a bit tired and grumpy. When I tucked the girls into bed last night I spent a while watching them, they were so beautiful and peaceful. I love my girls so much. Sometimes I wish I could just grab five minutes peace and quiet but then I watched them whilst they were sleeping and realised that I wouldn’t want it any other way.
At the start of May the girls have been asked to be bridesmaid’s for my sisters wedding. Amelie is beside herself with excitement. Last weekend we went bridesmaid’s dress shopping at Bluewater with my Mum and my sister. It was a long day and I was a little worried about taking Harriet as she is not always the best behaved child but actually it panned out okay. The girls had a fabulous day trying on dresses made even better by a happy meal for lunch. Harriet really got into it and couldn’t wait to take her clothes off. They looked so sweet together.
Bless her Amelie didn’t understand why we couldn’t bring the dresses home with us. I am quite keen to keep them out of temptations way until the day. I can just imagine little fingers desperate to touch it.
I can not believe that a pot of paint can 1: be so interesting and 2: be the cause of so much stress.
We have been continuing to work on our hallway renovation project which has meant we have had some decorating stuff knocking about – more specifically large half empty pot of dulux paint.
Harriet has taken to using it as a stool and a little seat. I have found this pot of paint all manner of places. It has been used to help her climb up to the table or help with the washing up. It has been used as a soap box on which to stand and scream. It has also been used as a seat right in the middle of the kitchen. Amelie thinks it is hilarious to either move it or push her sister off it.
I am so fed up this week. Half term has been and gone in a blur of illnesses. I feel like we have lost a week, because yet again we have all been struck down with some horrid flu like bug. I wouldn’t mind but the house looks like we have been ransacked, we have no food in the house and I still feel awful and I could really do with a good nights sleep.
We hadn’t fully recovered from the last cold we had a week ago or the bug we over the Christmas break. Literally this winter we have lurched from one bug to the next and I have finally had enough.
To say it has been an intense few days would be an understatement. There is nothing worse than feeling dreadful with kids clambering all over you when all you want to do is crawl back into bed and pull the duvet over your head.
I suppose it is one of the joys of parenthood. (Something no one tells you about). I seriously wish Summer would hurry up.