Just before I got in to bed last night, I popped my head in to my little big bears room. He has the most beautiful face, thick long lashes just like his daddy, a cute button nose and rose bud lips. So many similarities between him and Noodles. I stared at him for a few minutes thinking to myself how something so angelic can be such a devil once his eyes open! Clearly charging up whilst he rests!
As we creep up to his 4th birthday (5 days to go) I think back to this time 4 years ago. I was massive. Disgusting. My skin stretched that much I genuinely thought it was going to split! I thought I was easily having a 10lber . Imagine my shock when he was only 7lb 9oz!!!! That was a lot of additional timber I was going to have to shift! Surprisingly I manage to escape with not one stretch mark on my tummy!
Over the past 4 years I have been terrible at discarding things. Clothes, blankets, toys... The list goes on. Only when I found out we were having a girl with Nancy did I finally let his clothes go... I wanted to cry as I did, but kept sentimental bits and bobs; Hospital to home outfit, first DCFC baby grow, first pair of shoes etc. My sisters friends daughter had premature twin boys and already had a little girl under one. I sent all of Olly's clothes, some worn just once, to her. She got caught out and had little time to get organised.
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| Before |
Toys. We have enough to open our own Toys'r'us. This morning we've had the carpets deep cleaned, our beautiful dining room has been hijacked by the bear. It's turned into his playroom. With that in mind do you think every other room in the house (with the exception of his bedroom) would be toy free. That would be incorrect.
Every parent will empathise with the small human takeover that happens. When you welcome these small bundle of joys in to your world you open your life, heart and home up to them. At that point you the lose the right to any "adult only" areas.
With the carpets been cleaned we had to empty the rooms. So yesterday I thought I would take the opportunity to de-clutter/reduce the toys that we have. I also thought it only fair that the bear helps. After all, they are his toys. What a stupid, stupid idea from ones self...
What should of took a couple of hours took 6. SIX FRIGGING HOURS. I was raging. Six hours of my life I will never get back. Me and the boy had a serious marmite relationship going on whilst the task at hand took place. One minute we loved each other, the next, not so much. Every single toy I put in the rubbish bag (broken, lost parts, damaged... I would donate perfectly working toys we no longer used to charity shops) he got back out. "But this is my favourite" "momma I love this" "not you throw that away, it's mine" I seriously lost the will. It was a painful task. I felt like I had a miniature terrorist following me, sabotaging my work. 2 steps behind undoing everything I was doing. Under normal circumstance I would've walked away and left the mess, but knowing at 9:30am the cleaners were arriving I knew I had to persevere.
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| I saw this on Facebook today.... This was us all over! |
It was a painful experience with a hoarding child worse than his momma, a teething baby that just wants to be held (it's amazing what you can learn to do with one arm) but we survived. I even think we had a slightly impressed Daddy when he got home. I on the other hand needed a stiff drink. Instead I had an apple and black currant cordial, downfalls of breast feeding!
Carpets are now done. Hooray. Now to return the filtered down toy collection.
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| After |
For those wondering about the eyebrow situation.... I hit rock bottom, I didn't actually choose any of the options I gave myself. When removing my make up last night, I went around my brows with a baby wipe instead (hangs head in disgust) to bide me a bit more time. Pray for Mrs H people, PRAY.
A serious case of first world problems at their finest....
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