Let's start this post with some honesty. No my carpet at home is not psychodelic pink, bue and purple. However, after a full year of the whole family tromping around it is in desperate need of a professional clean! I was so horrified by how disgusting it looked I decided that the best thing to do was to jazz it up. To clarify, jazzing up used a photo editing tool - I haven't jazzed up my carpet for real - although maybe that's an idea........
Just had difficult moment at start of home school week. When teacher asked the kids to type into the comments section something nice that happened to them over the weekend. Son looked at me with panic in his eyes. Problem was I couldn't think of anything either - well that is except for the box (which he wasn't prepared to share with his schoolmates).
Nice thing that happened to husband also related to the box. I mentioned in previous post that we're doing up the bit of the house where husband watches football and plays guitar and son does his gaming. Basically I'm making it into a bit of a man den for them - admittedly the man den will not look as if it's been decorated by a man. But I went with manly colours (whatever that may be...... certainly not psychodelic purple and pink).
So husband had kindly agreed this weekend that he'd put together our new tv cabinet. Just to be clear here - husband likes doing flat packed furniture about as much as the rest of us. However, in our house it's a 'him' job as when I do things like that I start to get frustrated and end up selotaping and gluing bits together just to get it finished.
So here's the excitement - he opened the huge box that was delivered last week - and guess what - all he needed to do was to slide in a glass shelf. The rest was alredy done for us. My goodness we felt grown up - we'd finally bought a piece of furniture we didn't have to put together ourselves!
Husband was about to throw out the massive box when I said 'hang on'. Son (like all kids) used to go bonkers for a box. When he was a baby he spent most of his day sitting in empty nappy boxes whilst I pushed him backwards and forwards across the floor - this was his happy time (when he wasn't sitting in puddles that is). So I called him to see if he wanted to do anything with the box.
His face literally lit up - within seconds he'd rushed to his room to get blankets and pillows and his DVD player. Nest complete he got in and shut the lid. That was the last we saw of him for about 4 hours. Occassionally he'd bark orders for something to eat or drink. In the end he didn't even bark the orders. Photo was taken when I walked past the box and a hand was thrust into the air with an empty banana skin. Apparently in box talk this means 'I'm done with the banana slave, remove the rubbish and be gone with you'.
I have to admit it filled me with joy to see my pre-teen actually getting fun out of something as simple as a cardboard box. Maybe not the same way as he did when he was much younger. We once had a racing car made out of a cardboard box that he refused to let us put away for about 6 months. In the end I waited until he was at school and added it to the recycling. I'm not sure he's ever completely forgiven me for that, but needs must.
As far as other excitement over the weekend. There really wasn't any. Yesterday I went on strike. I knew that I should have gone for a walk - mental health and all that. But I honestly felt that if I went for any of the walks locally my head would implode with boredom. I dug my heels in. Rest of family went out and stretched their legs. I hunkered in. Was actually quite nice to have some solitude (remember solitude anybody?).
I'm in a better place mentally than I was last week - but not exactly doing the CanCan. Just soooooooooo bored of everything at home. I used to say that if you were bored it basically meant that you lacked imagination. That was before I spent a year locked in my house with nowhere I could go.
Hoping my new job starts next week, just waiting on contracts at the moment. Once started I shall doubtless look back at these days of being bored with jealousy. Watch this space.
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