Washing Day

Parenthood is always challenging; sometimes you have good days, sometimes you have the best days, sometimes you can have bad days and then you can also have the worst days. 

Today was a bit mixed of them all; 

We had our close family friend's funeral yesterday, so today was a bit emotional thinking about it all.

Also we went to see my grandparents with Harry. They absolutely adore him, and seeing them be great grandparents is so lovely to see, to show them all the new tricks he does is so lovely to see the expressions on their faces when he gives them a giggle, when he rolls over and looks at them. 

I was also a boring mum today too...When I was pregnant, nobody warned me how much washing you would end up having to do. I know I don't make it easy by leaving it as long as I have to do all of the washing, but it's probably the only thing I absolute hate doing...the washing. 

When we lived in our flat, it was just me and the hubby; it was okay, as he also worked a clean job then; he now tugs around keggs of beer, clears out dirty cellars, paints everything and battles with rubbish everyday, so it's not even smelly clothes we have to wash, it's dirty that have stains on too which makes the washing even more challenging. And then we have Harry's, and because he is a sicky baby, every outfit needs washing every day, if he hasn't had two outfits a day. 

The 10 minutes when everything is washed and dried is pure joy, and you look around the house, and you spot another load in the corner....never ever ending!!

But being a mummy, you still need to have fun with lilun; so we had a game with him in the washing basket today, and he absolutely loved watching the washing go around in the machine; apparently I did this when I was younger too...