Saturdays are the days where our household comes to a grinding halt. (Except sleeping and eating, perhaps). And because it's the last day of the week, I often reflect on the six past days and remember all the things I'm grateful for...
- Working like a man and sleeping like a baby. Renovating makes me oh, so very awfully tired. But what I love is that I'm so tired at the end of the day, I sleep like a, er... baby. (Just quietly, once I actually had a baby, I wasn't sure what the saying meant anymore. Did it mean that you slept well, or didn't? Sorry, I'm digressing.) What I do know is that for three nights this week I was out like a light and don't remember anything until it was morning. (Thank you little lads for sleeping too.) I'm even feeling quite perky right now. And yes. That is paint on my face.
- Ticking all the boxes. How good is it to look back at all your hard work and sigh? A good sigh, of course. The back extension finished (tick). The picket fence painted (tick). The picket fence up (tick).
- And while I'm ticking off lists... the house we live in is finally clean. For any poor soul visiting our place before yesterday, I affectionately called our place The House of Feral. But now it smells nice. And it might even stay that way for another day now that we're finished renovating (for now anyway).