Plonky weird isn't it, the right place just feels right from the get go. My first flat was like that. It was home, from the second I walked in the door. This place has been a completely different experience. It wasn't until the kitchen was finished that I could honestly say I felt comfortable. Up until then I felt like the housekeeper. It wasn't that I didn't like it, or didn't appreciate it, it just didn't feel like it was mine.
Speaking of all things house related, I am in such a good mood, as today, for the first time in far too long someone else did the cleaning 

. They did a good job too, if we gloss over the fact they completely missed the front room. I can live with that. They probably took one look at the xmas tree (which DH insisted on) and decided to keep their distance. It's been toddlered. There are no baubles anywhere below the 3ft level (and it's only 5 ft tall), the tinsel is virtually bald, and the floor is covered in sparkly shreds. As for baubles, thank god its the 2000s and elf and safety have got all over everything, as if they'd been glass as in the olden days I fear we may have been in A&E. Several times.
The hotel conveyancing is getting there - should be ready to sign in the New Year. This scares me. A lot. DH is beside himself with excitement and has been busy redesigning and spreadsheeting every single aspect of the place. Speaking of which, if you were to go to vair naice boutique hotel, how'd you feel about one of those posh baths in the room in front of the window with a view over the lake (upstairs only, obviously), and no shower?
Oh and the ear drum did burst, which was fine by me as it hurt an awful lot less when it had got that out of the way. I'm a bit deaf though, which has its advantages 
Other than that, all is well chez worse, although DH is driving me up the bl**dy wall. In order to take the pressure off me a bit he has rather taken over toddler duties and is completely disregarding every single parenting decision I have ever made and totally fking up the routine. can you tell I annoyed?!
. I'm not being control freaky, this is basic stuff. He's got this thing about milk. Apparently she needs more. Every single time I turn round he has given her another bottle.... even to the point where he'll fill her up with milk literally as I'm preparing her main meals. Result, she isn't eating enough, so she's waking at night hungry, which he claims is down to her nor getting enough milk in the day.... so he gives her more milk. It's like a catch 22 situation. Arghhhhhh . And breathe 
Oh and bedtimes are up the swanny, because cot scaling is no longer preceded by a warning cry, so in the interests of broken neck avoidance the side has come off. This pleased her greatly until she discovered she was actually supposed to stay in there, with the side off. Like how stupid is that? So she doesn't. 4 hours we spent last night, trying to get her to sleep. 4 whole hours. That's an hour better than the previous night though, which is progress. Tonight I am banning DH from the bedtime routine, he's messed with that too 
So there you have it, long and short, all fine and dandy, but if anyone wants a rather interfering DH on loan, I have one going, for free... 