This weekend has found me furiously writing 'stuff to do' lists. So far I have three of them. A house one, a garden one and a misc one (I love a good misc list). The tree came down today, and the decorations were packed away. I know that some people feel sad when they do this, but I feel a sense of purpose. The Christmas holidays are all about topping and tailing in this house. I do the bare minimum I can get away with.
But once the decs are down and the tree has been recycled, I look forward to the year to come. It starts with those jobs that only get a thorough going over once a year - clearing out the cupboards. More specifically the kitchen, utility and under stairs cupboards. I cannot tell you how awful they are. I have been starting to open doors, stuff things in and shut quickly for fear of falling debris. So it has to be tackled.
The next things is carpets and oven. They need to be professionally cleaned. I am a complete slob when it comes to the oven. I rarely clean it. I just forget. So I entrust it to those nice men that come around with their powerful steam cleaning equipment. The carpets also need cleaning, because although there is a no shoes upstairs policy in this house, I often flout it. I have been known to absent mindedly run upstairs in my wellies before now. My excuse, such as it is, is that I am forever transporting stuff up and down the stairs, so just don't have time to kick off my shoes every five minutes.
Oh and I have decided to buy mop and bucket. I have spent too many years on my hands and knees washing floors. I feel it's high time that I treat myself to some cleaning equipment that allows me to remain upright, rather than on all fours as if I was a staff member of Downton Abbey. I hate washing floors, almost as much as I hate the ironing. But I also like the end result. And that remains my eternal housework dilemma. Do I not iron the tea towels, but then shudder when I open the drawer to see a crumpled pile of cloths? Do I leave the floors for weeks, but run the risk of stepping into something indefinable and sticky?
I have decided to have a yard sale in March. The loft is jam packed with toys, clothes, baby furniture and the like. I have not thrown anything away since having the children. I could EBay it, but to be honest I can't be fussed with taking a million photographs, and working out postage and multiple trips to the post office. So I shall go through it all Lego block by Maisie Mouse puzzle piece. Anything broken or too tatty will go to the tip/recycle centre. Anything that will still come in handy for Olly will stay. Everything else will be sold. And anything left will be got rid of as well. I'm not sure what we will do with any money made. Any thoughts?
I feel ruthless in January!!
Thank you all so much for your kinds words of support and friendship on my last post. You are all so lovely. I'm really not a very brave person. Far from it. I'm a good actress. I can stand on any stage and act the fool or give a speech. I can hide behind a clown's mask, and make you laugh. But underneath it all I'm going like the clappers just trying to stay afloat.
I will hold what you all wrote close to my heart, and help it to bolster me while I make tentative steps towards seeking out new opportunities and adventures.
Another Fledgling Garden post will follow sometime this week, and it's all about the seeds!