Wednesday, 17 February 2016

Journey to an organised house

It started around Xmas... that nagging thing of wanting to get organised, wanting a new kitchen (ok this bit started a few years ago) and wanting to have everything in the house with its own place to be. Basically I was fed up of clutter.

Although my house has never been a complete mess, there were always a few things that never got round to getting sorted. For example the Kitchen cupboards. A total meca to disorganised life. Pots and pans chucked in, glasses and cups in one bit, plates in another (no order here except for size) and food and spices chucked in where one could find space.

It always felt as if there wasn't enough cupboard space for anything. Without realising it this was slowly getting worse and suddenly it got on my last nerve just after xmas. You know the days in between xmas and new year - the 'dead days'. Where you don't really know what to do with yourself as you're stuffed from xmas and partied out but you don't want to spend too much money before New Year. Yes, I'm sure you recognise this state of suspension especially if you have got to my age (kids or no kids).

So what do I do. Start taking out everything from the cupboards of course. One big bin bag later, a trip to the pound shop for some cheap baskets (no one will see or care that these are storing my kitchen bits!) and I finally have a kitchen that didn't feel small. Instead it became functional. Put stuff in the basket and slide pull the basket out when you need something. I also used food plastic containers from the take aways we have had. You do need to thoroughly wash these first though but because it's clear plastic you can see in a instant what spices you have and pull out the box you need. The restricted space of an open container also forces you to store things neatly.



Sounds so simple  Took me ten years but hey everyone has to work at their own pace right?

Now for a brighter kitchen.... cue the spray paint.

Read about how this
was transformed into this
without the pain of picking up a paintbrush myself. 

Thursday, 29 October 2015

softplayaphobia




Its half term and one of those rainy days when being in the house just won't cut it with the girls today. So I take a deep breath and I take them to SOFT PLAY!
The very word causes the hair on my skin to sit up and the flashing red warning lights of total dread to go off in the brain. I can even hear that annoying sound - no not the kids screaming Mum! Mum! MuuuuuuMmm. The police siren. Yes you know the one. Stop
Just listen.... can you hear it now?
If so : good. Then you know exactly my state of mind at that moment.
If not:  just stick with me, you'll get there.

So we arrive. Its kids, kids, kids, screaming everywhere. And the bright lights and super bright colours just compound the entire view. The stench of sweat and body odour (that's the parents, kids under 8 don't have body odour) shoot into my nostrils.  Its a long walk to the till.

You see for those of you who have never experienced the soft play environment, you have to pay for your sprogs to enter the screaming zone. Yes they actually make you pay to torment yourself. Slightly masochistic but that's the world we live in.

The till is looming. Its a long line so am waiting for the torture to really begin. At least they give you time to mentally prepare yourself.
Image result for smirk emoji. I'm so charged up by the time I actually get to the till, it almost didn't register that we missed the last session time and would therefore have to wait. I almost jumped up and hugged the girl (well she barely looks 18 so to me she is a 'girl').

This is it! My opportunity to grab my girls and run back home. And then something happened. She started crying (not the till girl), my little baby girl. And then it hit me. While I was feeling sweaty palms, head buzzing cloudy dread at the thought of coming here. My little baby's head was buzzing with butterflies and fairies at the thought of coming here. How could I disappoint her now. And to those tiger parents reading this - NO this was NOT the time teach my daughter the lesson of disappointment. She can learn that another day.

So we went for a walk. I got a book and we went back in time for me to face my SOFTPLAYPHOBIA
Two happy but tired children and one happy and smug Mum (who ended up rewarding herself with a little item from her favourite shopImage result for winky face emoji)  went home on the bus, in the drizzly rain thankful for 'SOFT PLAY'.
Image result for indoor adventure playground