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progresses just does not appeal, especially since the sunshine the RTE website promised yesterday has this morning been replaced by gloomy little rainclouds.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!

Today's the day! Today's the day! Today's the day! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! It's TIME!!!!!!!!! No, not time for the baby, that one has to stay in for another 8 weeks or so please and thank you. Nooooo..... today is something just as messy and almost as exciting (I would say just as, but darling partner would probably not being impressed at my comparing the birth of our second child to unpacking a load of boxes and bags...)

IT'S MOVING IN DAY!!!!!! YAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYY!!!!! After a month of waiting and a week of packing, cleaning and being bitterly resentful of ANYONE who did not have to partake in those activities, the big moment has finally arrived! Today I get to UNPACK EVERYTHING I spent the last week bagging, labelling, cursing and threatening to burn.

Now, I haven't actually been to the new place since the boys hauled everything up there and I have a feeling that they may not have taken advantage of my labelling system and put each bag or box in it's correct location. However, that's okay as at least it's all in the right house now.

My dream house... Sigh....

Beautiful Day

It's a beautiful Saturday morning, the sun is shining and I'm sitting on the couch watching the Snot Queen fling hundreds of dvds all over the sitting room floor. I should probably stop her...

I'm also being a very bad mama and have "accidentally on purpose" left the tv turned onto Saturday morning cartoons. Her eyes are turning square as I type. I should probably turn it off...

The sitting room, which we are in the midst of packing up and transferring across town, is in a total state. I should probably continue on with the packing and the cleaning...

If I were to look closely (or in the case of my bombsite of an apartment, quickly glance) at my life, there are probably a lot of things I "should" be doing (and on the flip side, plenty that I shouldn't...)

I should be drinking more water, as in the clear and cold stuff, not the lovely hot, brown, dark roasted with a drop of milk stuff that goes so well with the biscuits I definitely should NOT be eating (Can I help it if the tiny baba craves chocolate chip cookies?)

I should be doing my yoga daily instead of waiting until my hips are a hairsbreadth away from needing surgical separation...

I should be more charitable in my thoughts and less annoyed when I am stopped every ten feet on my walk into town by people in bright jumpers looking for me to support asthma, cancer, the third world, animal rights and just about every other charity under the sun...

I should go to bed earlier so it's not as much of a struggle when the small one wakes up at 6:00 in the morning...

I should eat the oranges in my fridge before they go off instead of waiting for them to peel and cut themselves which, let's be perfectly honest, is NEVER GOING TO HAPPEN!!!

I should make more of an effort to be more "green"

I should go and find my phone which has been beeping madly for the last hour or so...

But right now, it's a beautiful Saturday Morning, the sun is shining and even if everything IS a little bit up in the air at the moment, for the first time this week I am relaxed, content and more then happy to let the world just roll on by. Everything else can wait...

AAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!! I AM NUMBER 4 ON THE WEEKLY NON FICTION LIST AT AUTHONOMY!!!!!!! YAAAAAAAAAY!!!!!! Must run and have a shower and then go sign house papers:)

Lesson for Daddy number 3465...

Daddy Dearest has just made an amazing discovery... It is virtually impossible to sit down with the laptop and enjoy a plate of biscuits and a cup of tea whilst minding the Snot Queen. She doesn't take kindly to being ignored you see and in particular has a particular loathing for laptops as they tend to divert mommy and daddy's attention from the star of the show, namely, her.

Now, this discovery is not news to me, or indeed to any mother in the known universe. I can't remember the last time I even attempted to enjoy something as decadent as the above scenario without the small one being asleep or still growing inside of me! The frustration it's bound to cause is just not worth the hassle.

Daddy dearest however, is still learning and the horror on his face as the princess upends the biscuits all over his lap and the chair would be almost comical if it wasn't for one small thing...

Namely the sticky little hand now firmly clenched round a chocolate chip cookie. Bedtime just got a whole lot further away...

First Steps

SHE WALKED!!!!!! My little princess actually walked today! And not just one or two steps before collapsing into my arms either but a full 5 feet or so across the floor. It was absolutely priceless, the look on her face was hilarious. She was sooooooooo proud of herself and immediately looked around to see how many people had witnessed this momentous moment and clapped madly to celebrate her accomplishment:) My little snot queen is growing up...

The Filth and the Fury

Agh! I just can't seem to get it together today! The sun is shining, there is a houseful of mums gathering to eat biscuits and drink coffee just on the other side of town and here I sit in all my manky pajama'ed, unshowered glory on the couch while the baby is nestled snug in her babysitter... I mean high chair, munching away on a gourmet feast of spelt toast, honey, banana and rice cake, half of which is gradually finding it's way to the floor.

The house is a tip and I have serious concerns about the damage this is doing to my mental health. Everywhere I turn is another task just waiting to be completed. I packed up our clothes the other morning only to belatedly realize that half of our wardrobe was still in the wash.

Everytime I manage to fill a bag with our various bits and bobs, my tiny helper is right behind me ready to unpack it. It's a very fun game you know. As a result, the detritus of our lives is scattered merrily about and the apartment is looking more like a student lair and less like a family home with every passing second. Every time I go to shower, I half expect someone named "Jonesy" or "Baaaazzz" to be hot boxing the bathroom. It's diving me nuts!

WHAT HAPPENED TO MY HOUSE?!?!? Why is packing so difficult? If everything we owned, barring of course the laptop, disappeared tomorrow I would be perfectly fine with it. I am at the point where the most helpful items I can think of for getting the job done are a packet of matches and a can of gasoline.

Then of course there is the list of things that needs to be done before we move. Doctors to see, Addresses to change, broadband to transfer, letters of recommendation from employers and the like...... AGH!!!! It's doing my head in!!! All I want to do is drop everything, grab the baby and run very far, far away....

To a little house on the other side of town, one filled with mums about to sit down to coffee and biscuits and loads of chitter chatter.

Of course, first I need to shower, dress and clean the baby, maybe scrape the toast and honey off the floor.

I don't know if I have the energy...