Being redundant

Was I thought gonna be all feeding the ducks. I didn't take into account the fact that working nearly full time and managing a toddler had resulted in an atrocious backlog of domestic duties. Week one of redundancy was catch up with some of the people I've neglected week. Weeks two, less joyously has been the get a grip on money week. I went out and splurged on a fantastic dress for Ailsa's wedding and have since been focusing on less glamourous compensatory tasks like making a table of all my credit cards, with limits, balances, interest rates and transfere deals. Having shifted most of them to a 15 month 0% deal I'll probably over the course of the year pay for the dress, and one similarly fabulous purchased for little sis's birthday, from the interest savings.

Next week is enticing entitled filing week.

My paperwork has recently been assigned to a variety of out of sight places, that haven't resulted in them being out of mind. Every time I go to retrieve Freddie's toybox from the lounge cuboard, clean bedlinen from under the bed or a pen from a number of various baskets, the weight of two years of administrative sluggishness literally falls at my feet.
I'm realising more and more that what seems like a quick fix can so often lead to hours of wasted endeavour. No more trawling through a million pieces of paper to find one stray solicitors letter I'm being chased to respond to, flung hasily in one of a number of hiding places. No, in future I shall look under the house address in question in the giant solicitor file. Just thinking about it makes me want to rename next week 'catch up on sleep week'.

I'm back in the mayhem of house rennovations, supervising builders, planning budgets and designing kitchens. I'm thinking of trying to buy the house next door as my next project, it's rumoured to be coming on the market at some point, is currently empty and by virtue of having my coalbunker where it's front garden should be, has an improvement potential only I could realise. In the meantime I'm getting mine ready to go on the market in spring.

Nicki has had a baby boy and is flush with the joys of motherhood, which I find deeply admirable in the week following a horrible birth and emergency cesearean. In a sign of how much my life has changed I called my friend from the WI and after a personal consultation over her cotton colours, ordered a hand knitted jumper with a pixie hood.

Lou is due any day and Amy is growing into motherhood with aplomb. Our traditional girlie June holiday will, if it happens anytime soon, feature no less than 6 children to five adults, a ratio that doesn't feel entirely right, even to someone as child centred as I'm growing to be.