I’m embracing Lidls (by embracing, I mean budgeting) at the moment but there is no enjoyment in this shopping experience. It doesn’t get any more budget than listening to the 2 cashiers slag off their work place to each other while throwing your shopping through the scanner at lightening speed as you try and pack with a baby strapped to your chest and at the same time, stop the food you now officially own, falling on the floor.
I made the most of the glorious Devon sun by getting my laundry done. Using cloth nappies is great as I don’t have to worry about buying disposables and they look so cute on, but the downside is I spend most if my week running up and down to my washing line,which is rather annoyingly situated at the top of my teared garden.
Im starting to wonder how I ever managed to work and keep my housework under control. That might be a bargaining point when I approach the subject of returning to work after my maternity leave ends with Hubby.
Shabby house, stressed wife verses spic and span, happy wife.
What’s not to like?
Still on my mission to convince hubby I can find a work from home career, i’m pulling out all the stops when it comes to meal times. (See Mondays 5 a day chicken tray bake.) So today I baked and cooked. I subtly suggest that, come Febrary, this beautiful bounty will cease and it’s back to 101 things to do with pasta and sauce. Today’s creation was a smokey sausage & bean slow cooker casserole with sweet potato mash, topped off with home made brownies. I think I might just be getting somewhere with my drip by drip approach. (I’ll let you have the recipe in a blog post next week.)
Took Tween to our first (and only choice) secondary school open day which was all the more exciting knowing we might bump into Teenager and get to embarrass the pants off him. We were hoping to meet his gf of 11 months as we’re not entirely sure she exists! He had the upper hand though and was monitoring our moves from the safety of his top floor classroom.
I hate being out whitted by a child.
Swim day! The day I was both dreading and looking forward to, Baby R’s first swimming lesson. Apart from the dunking bit, I was nervous about parading round in my swimsuit for the first time since being pregnant ( not having to remember holding my stomach in was a big plus).
The day was topped off by watching Teen’s last ever harvest festival. I know I’ll be returning to school performances in 4 years time but the thought of having a 4 year break from ‘Big red combine harvester’ is wonderful.
When Baby R woke up at 4am it suddenly struck me that I’d forgot to get the washing in from the day before. So at 5.50am I was in my garden, dressed fetchingly in my mismatched pjs, wellies & pink Boden rain mac, just as the Heavens opened. Thank goodness for dark mornings. Negotiating my garden steps in the dark was a challenge not to repeated but at least I didn’t scare any neighbours (Rufus the dog was a little confused though, by my terrible clothing ensemble which can only be described as a Vision in pink, that’s been masticated and regurgitated into a pair of green wellies.)
Bloody cloth nappies!
(Note to self, you’re saving the planet, this us just a small inconvenience. )
So that was my week that was in my little corner of the world.
With love from lovely Devon