In my pre-mummy days I always used to look forward to the sales, despite seldom having much money left after Christmas. Okay, who am I kidding, I still look forward to the sales and becoming a parent hasn’t exactly boosted my bank account, so not much has changed really! Except for… well, everything.
Where I would browse my favourite high street shops for bargains or drool over a designer bag, that even in the January sales was far above my limited budget, I now look at something completely different. If you guessed baby clothes and nappy deals you would have been right twelve months ago when I was 8,5 months pregnant and my nesting instinct went into complete overdrive convincing me I needed every single piece of children’s equipment under the sun from newborn to 12 years of age. But what I would never have guessed is what I went for this year.
A hoover! A bloody hoover! And it wasn’t a case of Daddy Long Legs thinking this would make an excellent Christmas present and me trying to keep a straight face on Christmas morning (he actually did so well with a new lens for my beloved Canon camera), no, I wanted this! As in actually dreamed about, longed for, wanted this new hoover.
As we drove to Curry’s on the morning of the 28th of December, after having returned from Cornwall the night before, I was like a giddy child on before mentioned Christmas morning. I could barely contain my excitement.
And as we left the shop with our new, sparkling, midnight blue compact Miele C2 I almost weed a little (must do more kegel exercises!) Then I surprised myself, and probably even more so Daddy Long Legs, by asking to be dropped off at home rather than joining my boys for a spot of lunch at our local cafe. Maybe the lack of sleep has finally gotten to me? I hoovered the house from top to bottom. I was like a mad woman on a crazy mission!
Before you think that this new found cleaning obsession is normal for me I should probably clarify that I have never laid claim to being the tidiest of humans. I have always tried to convince myself (and my parents when I lived at home) that this was merely a sign of my creative mind and that I thrived in a bit of chaos. Hmm… I did have a taste of this last year, when I suddenly felt that urge to scrub down the house before the arrival of Caspian. It was fairly short lived. So I’m puzzled as to where this has come from?
And no, before you ask, to the best of my knowledge, we are not expecting a second baby – it’s just a lot of chocolate over the holidays!
So what has brought this on? Perhaps the New Year, maybe our impending house renovation, or … dare I say it?! I’m turning into a fully fledged… adult….?!!! Shock! Horror! With Caspian’s first birthday coming up next month on the same day I turn 33, and the realisation that I have been someone’s mother for close to a year (longer if you count the pregnancy) might have sparked this need to get organised. Papers are getting sorted and filed, my wardrobe got the once over on the weekend and I now have two big black bin bags ready for the charity shop, and today I organised our bedroom. I’m currently awaiting new bed linen, another of this year’s fantastic sales bargains, and it really annoyed me I couldn’t put the finishing touches to the room. A tiny voice at the back of my head is whispering “What are you doing?” Leave that dust alone! Throw some dirty clothes in a corner”, but a bigger part of me is feeling excited, invigorated, energised and ready to tackle other rooms.
So with not being one for New Year’s resolutions as such I’m just going with the flow here and seeing how far this new craze for cleanliness will take me. Because I’m sure Caspian will keep me more than occupied in the coming years when it comes to cleaning up, washing clothes and getting mud out of the carpet. Funnily enough his obsession with hoovers hasn’t eased so now we spend our days dancing around, clapping and squealing with delight every time the hoover comes out to play… I mean to clean!
Have you made any New Year’s resolutions? Or has 2016 spurred on any new obsessions for you?