The Girls’ Rooms
It was one of those days. No, not those days, the other those days. What am I even saying about? Shall we start this again? Actually, nah, I want to go and watch Netflix, so I’ll just keep writing and pretend like I had every single word planned out in my head before I started this post.
So yeah, it was one of those “I’m sorting sh*t and hadn’t even realised it” days. I sorted out Grubby Girl’s entire bedroom, and had made a start on The Biggest Kid’s room before I thought, Crap, I should take a photo. And that is when I took this photo:
They say a picture paints a thousand words, but I think sometimes a picture poses a million questions. Like, what the hell is going on? And, what am I supposed to be looking at here? Or, is there a piece of furniture right in the doorway?
I’ll just explain, eh?
So what happened is we bought the girls new mattresses. Their old mattresses were really old mattresses. We got them second-hand and they never smelled great. They were also very heavy, which made changing the sheets very difficult. Also, ew. They were second-hand. I know I’m repeating myself, but come on.
When I buy fancy new things I get all swept up in the excitement of things feeling fresh and clean, and I end up wanting to make everything else around me fresh and clean. Before I knew what was happening, I was moving all the furniture, and dusting all the nooks, and washing all the windows, and mopping all the ceilings. Yes, mopping. I mopped the walls too. And then we vacuumed and we rearranged and we decided we’d get rid of the oversized dolls house the girls never play with anyway.
And that is when I took this photo:
It doesn’t even look that good, but trust me. It smells amazing.
– Fern xxx