We moved house a few months ago. Between the work hat and the mummy hat I haven't had much time lately for the home-maker hat (knitted with a bobble?).
As a consequence, the decor is nondescript (as when we moved in), the furniture is inappropriate (some of it quite literally picked up off the street), and the location of anything that's not used every day is anyone's guess. Husband has done marvellous things with essential maintenance, but I NEED to paint over that desolate wallpaper in the hall. When will it ever happen?!
Although I'm desperate to do some organising and sorting and decorating, the daily hat-swapping routines are all-consuming. I'd promised myself that I would take a week's proper annual leave during this sabbatical, to peruse some colour charts and indulge in a bit of home-love. But I'm as preoccupied as always at work. There are always more deadlines, nothing ever feels FINISHED so there are no natural break points. Not even for grocery-shopping. I need to make sure dinner is on the table. And right now the food cupboard is - well, not bare, but very random.
Q1: If there isn't a perfect time to take annual leave, is next week as good as any?
A: Yes.
Q2. Is tinned tomatoes with capers an acceptable tea-time food for a 1 yr old?
A. Yes! If I put it on toast.
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