And here we are having ice cream at half time;
Today has been a strange old day really, Nathaniel woke at 5am so I was wide awake and busy from then really. I crept round upstairs and tidied the bedroom and then came down early and made a shepherd's pie for tea whilst the breakfast was underway. The girls came down to join us and the cleaning continued with the hob of the cooker and the top of the microwave etc. I put some washing in the machine, changed our bed, washed and dressed the children, vacuumed the floors and was out of the house at 9 to go to our breast feeding group. All the children came this week which was really nice. I'd invited my friend Caroline and her son George along too, Caroline is no longer a star but was for two years with George. Claire was there with Li-Bau too. They come with us every week, Li-Bau is six months old and Nathaniel thinks he is the coolest friend he has (mainly cos he's a boy and not dressed in pink!), here he is beating him to the ground in a passionate cuddle;
And moving in for a quick kiss;
Anyway, enough of gorgeous baby boys, lets get back to the title of this post. In my mad cleaning mode I tackled the rest of our bedroom when lunch was over. The bed was moved and the floor beneath cleaned and the rugs were lifted and wafted in the air and the floor beneath cleaned (sounds like nesting to me...). There were a few spiders' homes (cobwebs) in the corners near the ceiling so I extended the nozzle on my lovely vacuum (I don't get out much) and attached the brush end and went on a cobweb removing spree. Great, though I until I stepped back to admire my handiwork. We have horrid 'wood chip' wall paper in the bedroom that we just painted white (it was moss green and plum and reminded me of vomit) when we moved in because we were going to make things nice as we went along. Needless to say, tis still white, eleven years later! But I like white. The tiny bumps in the wall paper collect dust and where I had removed said cobwebs the walls looked brighter and cleaner, so off I went with my nozzle extended around the room making the walls dust free. Well, sort of, the walls in my bedroom now look like an old grey zebra. Never mind, I'm usually asleep when I'm in there, ha ha!
I came back downstairs from my cleaning madness to find the girls had got the play dough out and were making food, I had chocolate spaghetti with strawberry 'meatballs', vanilla ice cream with chocolate sauce drizzled over, small love heart cakes, and big aeroplane cakes waiting for me.....
And the mention of sadness is because whilst ironing (I am a domestic goddess!) I saw an advert for this on the TV and squealed with delight, I have to have one!! How sad am I?!