First week of 2019 – gone! But am I allowed to say that it’s been really nice to get back to an everyday life, as well? On top of the world’s longest Christmas holiday. Even though some would say that maternity leave equals one long holiday (but it’s truly not), I still think the days have begun to gain some structure in the run of these past three months of maternity leave. Naps to take care of, work to take care of. A good long walk, etc. The Christmas days became one big buffet of sofa time, chocolate, films and tv shows without any strenuous endeavours whatsover, and in the end I was fed up. Literally and metaphorically. My body can no longer sit in the same dent of the sofa.
New year, back to good old routines. Just with Adam on leave rather than me. Even though I still do mum-training with him (that is, Eddie, not with Adam, haha!), breastfeed him 24/7 (also Eddie, hehe), am at home, etc. But that’s how it is this week – an (almost) new life. I shall, however, start it off by looking back on last week. First everyday snaps of the year!
So, I’d bought this really fine, slightly overpriced Christmas shirt in one of those gorgeous organic-earthy-coloured stores, which I didn’t manage to dress the child in on the 24th (because the child ended up wearing his pyjamas all day). And similarly threw money at a silk-wool-mix elf hat in a lovely kids’ store with wooden toys – which he only wore for a few seconds on the 23rd of December. And to compensate for having been a bit stupid to try and ‘design’ Christmas with the baby, where we all had to dress up, my child has been wearing the elf hat ever since – as an outdoor hat. That’s pretty sweet, on the other hand.
When it’s 7:30 on New Year’s Eve, your husband still hasn’t been in the shower, your baby still isn’t sleeping and your glitter dress is still hiding in the wardrobe.
This New Year’s Eve that we had last week? A pretty peculiar thing. Some of you may recall the night from my story – we ended up eating our starter at 9:45pm, I think. We’d agreed to start our festive adult night once Eddie had been tucked in. Roll out the big guns, have a date night, as we haven’t had one since before I gave birth. But Eddie fell asleep unusually ‘late,’ at 8:45pm, and from the moment he was tucked in and until we were able to finish the dishes, get dressed (and, for some, take a shower), it was way too late. We ended up skipping two of the planned dishes and only drink a few glasses of champagne. We were simply just too tired and full from having been preparing food all day without really being able to get it ready until the last minute. It all ended up a bit weird – and without quite as much confetti as I’d dreamed of.
Next year I’m so ready to celebrate New Year’s with a few more people so there’s a bit more go and shape to the evening.
And at 00:45, we were totally toasted and ready for bed. The fireworks weren’t that impressive to look at either, not as they used to be. Were you having the same experience? That people may either have been saving the money or given a thought to the environment – just cut down on it a bit? We talked about that. It went on for a good 30 minutes, and that was pretty much it. Almost collectively.
The good thing about having had a totally low key New Year’s celebration without too much booze and confetti was being able to go out for a spin already at 9:15 on 1 January. The streets were super empty, haha! But if there’s something I love, it’s empty streets. The feeling of being COMPLETELY alone in the big world. Getting up insanely early on the weekend and be the first one to stand outside the bakery, pulling at the door – the one to be able to choose freely between all options. Breathing in the air of a new, fresh day before anyone else does it. There’s something wildly satisfying about being the one to tear open the wrapping of a new day before anyone else gets to do it.
My first of Jan also looked like this, though. Heaps of laundry. A clear sign that now I’m growing up. I did four batches. Sometimes I wish I were Harry Potter or at least had a companion – the important would just be to have a wand and a house elf. A Dobby to lend a hand. Or just a direct line to an adult, who wouldn’t mind coming over to fix my laundry, insert appendices into my financial system and sort out groceries.
When you buy a really snappy pair of glasses because you admired someone on Instagram wearing them and think that these will be the glasses to accentuate all outfits from now on and forever (ish). How you’re going to be wearing them while bicycling with a little silk scarf wrapped around your head in such a really quirky fashion-like way with one of those little straw bags in the bike basket. And you then, just before cutting off the tag, take a selfie to really dwell on how incredibly wonderful you actually look. And then come to the realisation that you really don’t. You look like a loser, on the other hand. A giant idiot. So, apparently you weren’t meant to be someone with a quick pair of Gucci-glitter-glasses and a silk scarf on the bicycle lanes. Why doesn’t everything from Instagram suit me?
(If anyone thinks the glasses will look good on them, you can find them HERE, and then I can rejoice over the fact that I didn’t go for THESE ONES, because they might have made everything even worse (both ad links))
Yes, pink Wednesday is on hold. For me, at least. Not that I don’t love the colour – but simply because I don’t know whether it’s Wednesday or Saturday, Thursday or Monday anymore. It’s also that eternal Christmas holiday. And leave on top of that. So, I’m wearing pink on Sundays and blue on Wednesdays. The only thing that can begin to give my days some sort of shape is the fact that X-Factor is back on Fridays. That means I now recognise when it’s Thursday and Saturday, at least. The day before and after. The rest of the bunch? Still a random game of mikado, where I don’t know which day I draw when I wake up.
And speaking of Friday – no X-Factor, but a giant sushi buffet, on the other hand. And Batman.
Adam turned 35 last Friday, and my gift to him was to invite a few friends over for bubbles and food, as a surprise. Now that we can’t go out, I still wanted something a bit more than just a deeper dent in the sofa. It was so lovely. Except for a baby that was screaming from 5-7:30pm (it’s been like that for a few days in a row), it was really nice. Some brought kids, others gifts. Even though we ‘only’ had people over for a few hours, before the kids had to be brought home and tucked in, it was pure quality time, and I really needed it.