- Waking up as Jesse climbed into bed with us.
- Making room for Izzy too.
- Lingering beneath the bed covers a little while longer.
- Heading downstairs for tea.
- Eating scrambled eggs on hot, buttery toast.
- Slipping on my decorating gear. Old paint splattered pyjama bottoms, a stripy t-shirt and the comfiest hoody I’ve ever owned.
- Listening to the children build a blanket fort upstairs.
- Carefully protecting our beautiful new copper light fitting.
- Masking off the edges of the floorboards.
- Cutting in while Mr. LA did his thing with the roller.
- Painting, painting, painting.
- Pausing for tea and a biccy.
- Painting some more.
- Eating egg mayo sandwiches.
- Cracking on with the second coat.
- Singing along to almost every song on the radio. I don’t think my husband really appreciated my vocal stylings.
- Sipping diet coke.
- Painting, painting, painting.
- Stepping back to admire our handiwork.
- Smiling when Mr. LA admitted he had been a little sceptical about my colour choice prior to application.
- Smiling even more when he conceded the room did in fact look fabulous.
- Luxuriating in the shower.
- Stepping into clean pyjamas. Isn’t that just the best feeling?
- Ordering Chinese food.
- Enjoying Jesse’s enthusiasm for king prawns and Thai fish cakes.
- Bathing the children and reading Jesse a bedtime story.
- Relishing a glass of wine.
- Laughing when Izzy declared she only drinks Champagne. That’s my girl!
- Soaking up the feeling of newness in the living/dining room. It’s hard work, but I really love transforming our little house.
- Watching Izzy power through the final book in the His Dark Materials trilogy.
- Kissing my little girl goodnight and tucking her into bed.
- Hanging out in bed with Mr. LA. Not like that. The sofa was still buried under dust sheets.
- Finishing Episodes {funny} and moving on to Modern Family {funnier}. God bless Netflix.
- Feeling a little tipsy.
- Falling asleep a little before midnight.
- Cuddling the children. It really is the best way to wake up at the weekend. I always miss it come Monday morning.
- Not managing to function properly before I’d had a cup of tea.
- Poaching eggs for breakfast.
- Cracking on with the woodwork.
- Enduring a minor peeling paint incident.
- Swearing. A lot.
- Carrying on regardless.
- Warming soup for lunch.
- Volunteering to stay home and paint while Mr. LA headed into town with the children.
- Cooking sausages, frying onions and mixing up some gravy.
- Throwing it all in the slow cooker.
- Eating chocolate digestives.
- Steadily applying a further two coats.
- Reaching the conclusion that I definitely don’t enjoy painting skirting boards.
- Nervously peeling back the masking tape.
- Loving the finished result.
- Cleaning the kitchen, picking up toys and hurriedly sorting laundry.
- Slicing vegetables for supper.
- Welcoming everyone home.
- Plating up the food.
- Listening to Jesse’s tales from town. He saw the Christmas lights and procured a new toy car. Happiness personified.
- Piling sausages and onion gravy on to Yorkshire puddings.
- Eating too much.
- Readying the children for bed.
- Reading The Cat in the Hat.
- Missing my Dad.
- Kissing Jesse goodnight.
- Helping Izzy with her homework.
- Planning a little pampering session. Post-DIY face mask essential.
- Longing for another weekend to recover from this one.
Love Audrey xxx
