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Sunday, 27 March 2011

Domestic Goddess

In my head ,this is me ,every morning, whipping up some breakfast delight for Mr T , muffins or pancakes ,or fruit bread (not sure if one can actually whip up fruit bread between 7.30 and 8) but I digress . He'd be sitting at the table with his freshly squeezed orange juice ,all dressed ,hair brushed ,perusing his spelling notebook . I would place his muffins /pancakes/fruit-bread(what is fruit-bread?)  in front of him and serenely drink my first breakfast cup of coffee ,whilst chatting about the state of the world to expand his knowledge.   I would be dressed ,fully made up ,with my hair shining (in the sunlight filtering through the french doors)....



Hmmmmm (sorry just had to wake myself up from my dream)   this wee picture is the reality !!!  Shove the muffins (bought) into toaster while calling(yelling?) out to Mr T to hurry up ,get ,dressed ,where's your notebook ,   get your notebook,    no you can't play with Jude(kitten) and find your shoes!  gulping my first coffee    and racing to the bathroom to drag a brush through my hair, then back to throw another pack of bought biccies into his lunchbox  ,and ignoring the dishes that need putting away  .     I know this Domestic Goddess is in me somewhere !  this will be the new me after my next operation .  Whilst recovering I'm going to write lists and read recipe books , envisage daily my new goddess like person. ........Watch this space!!!                                                                                                                                                                                                  

Finishing off my jewelery box.....and Memories....

 I did a lot more reading today  ,and still no sanding!! but I did touch up my little jewelry box ,had to paint the little draw as before, I found it hard to get it open ,so I managed to get it done so just waiting for it to dry, so I guess I was a little bit productive ,oh and I cooked a roast!! believe me it's cause for celebration in this house because, A , I just don't enjoy cooking like I used to and B , Sunday was always roast day when M was alive and T and I have always found Sundays a bit difficult to get through since ..too many memories I guess ,but it was good tonight as T had a little cry and put his Dads' photo on the table while he was eating , It was such a sweet gesture I had tears in my eyes too .
I love how our son is so open with his grieving ,he helps me a lot , as at times I keep a lot of my feelings inside about M .

Have a good week everyone.