Just need a rant and a safe place to vent. I appreciate these are insignificant things in the great scheme of things but suddenly they seem massive and very important to me today.
Nothing is right with my house today. Everything is a tip, every single room (in my mind at least). My patience has finally snapped (I am 34+2 today). I have a kitchen extension waiting to get off of the ground - my kitchen is small, dark and dingy and the cabinets are at least 30 years old. I am also waiting for new double glazing to be installed - placing order straight after baby comes along - long story, some of my windows have been sealed up to prevent drafts etc. Then there is the boiler that is only half working and not heating up the downstairs radiators properly (waiting to put a new one in the kitchen extension so no point spending a fortune on it now) and relying on an open fire which has a piece of newspaper in front of it as draught excluder (will now find a proper draught excluder for this). My pre-schooler (who has her own playroom - albeit on the small side) cannot move in her playroom for the sheer amount of toys...some of these toys have drifted into the lounge which now looks like an extension of her playroom - also into the dining room and everywhere else. Next plan is to cull the playroom and clear the lounge of clutter but honestly how have we managed to accumulate so much plastic crap (we have been given a load of it - friends with older children). My pre-teen well I purely shut her bedroom door and hope for the best. Usually, I let all of these things go over my head because I know that they are at least in the process of being sorted and don't matter in the grand scheme of things but today I seemed to have entered a ferocious nesting mode where things have got to be sorted NOW - I have already gutted my bookshelf because we are literally inundated with books and this was a struggle for me...I can only put all of this down to nesting. Suddenly everything in my house looks dirty, worn or muddily (and the kids are starting to look feral) and dh is getting an earful about everything (he is a helpful husband to be fair) which although venting makes me feel better in the short term, also makes me want to collapse into a hormonal mess and have a good cry because I cant keep on top of things...Of course, EVERYONE else's house is immaculate in my mind (mainly because they don't have young children anymore) and they are all having a jolly nice time...Grhhh, I know I'm hopefully, going to have a lovely new baby at the end of this but I am an older mum and I don't suppose it is helped by the fact that all of my friends have older children and have managed to de-clutter their homes of plastic tat or converted any spare playroom into something different because it is no longer needed. Also, the sheer fact that they can get out and about unencumbered, whist I have grown enormous and walking up and down stairs has become a struggle in itself. Chocolate, I need chocolate! And then, I'm going to sit in the garden for 10 minutes in the sunshine and cool down x