Four day weekends. A chance to catch up on all those pesky things that seem to slip through the cracks when you have only a two day weekend. Except, I didn’t clean the house, or get any painting done, or do any washing or really do anything vaguely useful.
We went to a birthday party at the Australian Reptile Park, we visited a friend who’s just come home with her new baby, we hunted for Easter eggs and I watched Riley consumer her own body weight in chocolate. And then today …

We took Riley to the park yesterday. I think the photo shows that she was a little bored.
Due to seemingly unending bouts of teething, illness and my exhaustion, I have gotten out of the habit of getting out of the house with the munchkin. There was a time where I would always, or almost always, take her down to the park in the afternoon for a run around.
But I’ve lapsed into other priorities, boring, menial and somewhat necessary. Doing the laundry, cleaning the play area (destruction zone) and painting the …

This year I want to get organised. And not just with the big stuff, with all the little details as well. But I suppose if I could get on top of the little stuff, the big stuff would follow. Control freakdom is creepy that way.
Now, my inner perfectionist may be dead, but my inner control freak never dies, she just lies (almost) dormant and often passes judgement on everything.My inner control freak is in league with my inner Virgo, who is often (and easily) enraged by the piles of washing, …

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