Monday 19 January 2009

Was that the door...?

Yet another day spent awaiting a delivery! I find it so frustrating, hanging around the house, constantly listening for the knock on the door only for the van to arrive while I'm out on the school run.

Today (should) see the delivery of our new dishwasher. The old one gave up the ghost some time ago and we have been waiting for the sales, in hope of a bargain. There is a gaping hole in the run of kitchen units awaiting its arrival.
I find that washing up takes a fairly large part of my energy, particularly if I'm having a bit of a 'baking day'.....it is so much nicer to be able to hide the dirty bowls and utensils away and get them all clean in one go, rather than having to stop and wash up because I'm running out of room or need to use the sink for something else.
Hopefully it will arrive soon and I can get on with my day....I have so much I'd like to achieve and very little energy today, definitely not enough to waste on twitching the curtains every time a vehicle stops outside. Mind you, its the perfect excuse to plonk myself on the sofa and knit...after all, I wouldn't possibly be able to hear the doorknocker from anywhere else in the house, would I?

Monday 5 January 2009

A return to normal service.

Well, thank heavens for that! With a sigh of relief and joy in my heart I packed the other half off to work (through the snow, no less!) and took the children to school. Peace reigns once more.

It was lovely having them at home and we had lots of fun but I do find it hard to cope without my routine. I need regular rest periods interspersed with short bursts of activity in order to get through the day, achieving all that I need to. This just does not happen when the house is full of folk getting in my way.

It is freezing cold here today and we awoke to a couple of inches of snow. Nothing unusual, you may think - it is January, after all! However, we just don't really 'do' snow. Even if the rest of the country has closed down due to a few inches of the white stuff and My Man has spent all morning getting halfway to work before rail services cease and he has to turn around again. This tail end of the country always seems to miss most of the snowfall. Living by the coast may have something to do with it...salt in the air, my Gran used to say. The snow never hangs around for long, melting quickly into horrible grey slush that makes your feet cold and wet. The cold wind stays, unfortunately....chapping lips and chilling faces. Yuck!

I intend to hibernate once the children are home. One more foray out today to collect them from school and then there will be hot chocolate and biscuits in front of the fire, with a few of the cuddles that I have missed. Dinner is cooking...mmm, lamb stew and dumplings... and the house is warm. What more could I wish for?