It's 7:36 in the morning (Well, by the time I post it will probably be later but hey! What can you do?) Me and the small one have been up since six, which originally I didn't mind as I thought due to the time change it was actually 7:00. Unfortunately, my partner is more organized then I give him credit for and had indeed switched the clock in the kitchen ahead already so 6:00am it was. Sigh...
Here is my dilemna. I want to go to back to the dreamhouse and continue with the unpacking, but the thought of taking the bus again and actually having to walk up the loooooooooong hill to the house with our beast of a buggy and a small child who's weight seems to increase exponentially as my pregnancy progresses just does not appeal, especially since the sunshine the RTE website promised yesterday has this morning been replaced by gloomy little rainclouds.
My other option is to stay home (old home) for the day and be a sweet little domestic goddess and scrub the apartment from top to bottom in preperation for the viewings tomorrow all by my lonesome instead of doing it together, "as a family" tonight. It would be very nice of me, and himself would probably be reeeeeeeeealllly happy to come home to a spic and span apartment tonight and just kick back and relax with a nice cup of tea and the news after a long day at work. I could even fetch him his slippers!
Or... I could go in and wake up my lovely man and ask for a drive before work. Yeah... that one makes the most sense, and if we hurry, we can beat the traffic!
Enjoy your day!