Sleepover...

I have two days to myself. Bub is off to grandad's for his first EVER overnight stay anywhere further than the next bedroom. I wailed like a teenager who dropped their brand new custom iPhone down the loo when they drove off.

That's not to say I'll be lounging around on Facebook or watching DVD's... the housework has taken a whopping slide since I came off my meds back in July, I've a mountain of laundry (clean) that needs to be sorted, folded, put away. Need to spot treat the carpet and rug where the small person has ground bits of soggy shortbread into the pile. Hoovering needs to be done. Decluttering needs to be done. The next level of babyproofing needs to be organised (this involves the areas between 3' and 4' high all around the lounge). Dusting. Polishing. COOKING, shit, yes, I need to make dinner, too. Cleaning the surfaces in the kitchen where muddy little paws have made their mark (top of the washing machine and the windowsill they use as a cat flap).

I would also like to try and rearrange our bedroom so that I know how it will look when the cot and associated gubbins is back in there for the littlest bub.

If I get all of that done, I have a couple of Unloveables that need finishing off prior to joining their finished pals in the post tomorrow!

I need to take it easy though, the trip to the Post Office is an hour's walk, all told. Half an hour there, half an hour back. I'm under strict instructions from the physio not to overdo things and if my hip starts to hurt I have to stop and wait for it to not hurt again before carrying on... The point of pain is usually around the 20min mark of walking :/ so this could be interesting. I might have to get dear hubby to take the packages into work and post them in his lunch break instead.

First things first though - I need fuel. Brekkie is calling. Come here, pretty bagel...