Tag: chores

Ironing: Is it an Obselete Chore?

When I was single and working, I think I only ironed when I needed to.  Not sure what I did with my sheets.  How odd, I can’t remember anymore.  Has it been that long ago?

But now that I’m married and have my own little family.  I like to iron all the beddings and linen and most of little T’s clothes.  I once mentioned on a past post that I iron our beddings and one of my blogger friends (you know who you are ;))  seemed surprised, or even shocked that I actually iron them.  I’m wondering am I the only one who does it now?

Is ironing becoming a thing of the past?  Is ironing considered retro?

You see, one of my small joys, is having clean, crisp and not a-single-crease-seen on our newly changed bedlinen not only on ours, but also on little T’s bed.  It gives me utmost pleasure and satisfaction that our beds are all looking perfect, at least my idea of perfect.  Oh dear, does that sound really sad?  To each their own I guess.  I like to focus on the little things that make me happy and newly ironed sheets happen to be one of them.

And I’m a bit embarrassed to admit, that I do like this chore.  I don’t find it tedious like some may do. It’s also best done while watching “Escape to the Country”, most times though I like to watch the news.  It’s the only time I can watch it without being interrupted by T.

What about you? Do you iron your sheets and clothes?

What is the chore you detest the most?

Or what are your small joys?

Do share.

Game Over

I’m talking about the Christmas season and New Year’s Eve, nothing as dramatic as Graham Greene’s novel “End of the Affair”.

So all the presents have been unwrapped, our kids are still clutching and playing happily with their new and favourite acquisitions (Little T’s current fave is her talking Woody), drinks have been consumed (hardly for me though), bellies full and visits from family and friends are over, just for now of course.  Our tree is looking a bit withered now, but still looking lovely.  I’m actually thinking of taking it down today.

To sum it up, as you all know we spent our Christmas holiday with my in-laws, went to the theatre in London and managed a bit of an amble in the big capital amidst the crazy Christmas crowd.  Came back on the 27th, and since we lowered our storage heater really low so our Christmas tree will survive, we came back to a very, very, very cold wintery house.

Here’s a little collage of T’s Christmas and some of her new toys:

Yes, that is indeed a Frozen suitcase which was a present from her grandparents, complete with a personalised name tag.  She actually took that thing with her to church, I was just really thankful that everyone didn’t seem to mind and even admired it, especially her grandparents’ friends – they were all lovely.

The last two photos are our latest addition to our decorations, a tradition of choosing one Christmas decoration yearly which I’ve copied from the lovely Kate.  Little T chose the reindeer, but I wanted the Father Christmas, so instead of buying just one, we got two! Thank goodness they were on sale 🙂  These are breakable ones, so I’m hoping they’ll last for years and years to come!  Yes, I know, it might be wishful thinking in my part.

Before leaving for Bucks, little T helped her dad pack all the presents under our tree in our car.  She saw the Christmas tree look empty.  Unknown to her, once she was safely in her car-seat, I snuck some presents and put them under the tree.  These were presents that came from my side of the family (from the Phil and the States), so when we came back, imagine her surprise when she saw more Christmas presents to open!  Let’s just say, we really need to put more of her old toys up in the attic.

Phew!  Christmas is over and done with.  It’s funny how we prepare for it months in advance, only for it to be over in a few days.  Ah well, that’s all part of it!  I wouldn’t have it any other way, well maybe, minus the stress…

Are you relieved that it’s all over?  Or mixed feelings?

Have you put your Christmas decorations away?

Have a lovely weekend folks!
I have a feeling though, that most of us will be busy with the tiresome chore of putting things away up in the attic 😉

Sunday is Chore Day

… specifically “change the sheets day”, and on this day, you will also hear a lot of “Get off the bed T”.

“Look at me mummy!”  Little T squeal as she jumps on the bed.

“Get off the bed T”  I say.

Weeee!”  She replies.

“Get off the bed T”  I say again.

“I can jump so high mummy!”

“Get off the bed T”  I say again, and again.

“I fell on my bum”  She says laughing hysterically.

“Get off the bed T”  I say again, and again, and again.

“No”  She says holding on to the headboard.

“Get of the $%&8@ bed!”

This post is linked-up with One Dad 3 Girls ‘ #MySundayPhoto

Incidentally, today is also Mother’s Day elsewhere in the world, so Happy Mother’s Day (as well as to women who have also been like mothers) to all the other mothers who are celebrating it today.

My Vac and I

My three-year-old and I have one thing in common, we both hate the husband’s old vacuum cleaner which he bought when he was single and living on his own.  It’s huge and terribly noisy.  When asked why he got it, he replied “Because it’s big, powerful and cleans floors.  Then adds, ‘it was on sale!”  Of course, that is so my husband.

I hate it, not because it’s noisy, but because it’s so heavy!  I can manage it of course, but it weighs a ton to carry up the stairs and my daughter goes berserk every time she hears it, I have to vacuum when she’s out.  Another mother I know also said that her twins is the same and that they also hate the sound of the hand dryer in public toilets.  I’m glad I’m not alone.

So when our sweeper broke, the husband was thinking of getting a replacement one, one that cost more, not that our old sweeper was cheap either.  I asked what the budget was, he said £100.  So I went on a mission, I thought if he’s going to spend that much for a sweeper, surely we could find a vacuum that doesn’t weigh a ton and maybe cost not more than the allocated budget?  Lucky for me, it was sale season and I found one for half the price!  Woopie-bloody-doo-dah.

I’m a happy woman.  I’m so in love with my vac.  The good news is, my daughter loves it too!  It’s not as noisy as the old one and probably weighs half of monster too!  (That’s what I called his old vac).  My daughter now likes to say “C’mon Mum, let’s vacuum now … together”  And so we do …

Meet my new vac and T’s little one: mother and daughter team.

Instead of hiding from it and cowering in fear, she looks forward to her mummy vacuuming, so much that she actually drops little bits of paper and food and exclaims “Time to hoover now Mummy!”

And there’s little T, resting after doing her chores with her mum.

Do you have a little one?  Do they also hate the sound of a noisy vacuum cleaner?

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