Well, technically a laundry reno.
But in reality this room is where I do my best work.
Washing, drying, folding, ironing, cleaning, rinsing, bum wiping - all specialities we Mums excel in.
And the pay's not too bad.
Just this morning I found a dollar in Hubby's jeans. Score!
Speaking of score...
I might do some seriously stupid things, but at times my subconscious impresses me.
In the last few years we've completed DIY project after DIY-until-you-have-to-call-in-a-professional/father in law-in-an-emergency project.
I'm not afraid to get my hands dirty or roll my sleeves up and I certainly don't avoid working when we're renovating.
Hubby and I both love the satisfaction of renovating and the potential value we are adding to our home - that we have no intentions of selling!
But, I have realised that the timing of much of our work has been pretty fortuitous for me in particular.
Coincidentally, of course.
Just before I left work to bring my very own little person into the world, we installed ducted air conditioning.
Cue temperature controlled comfort day after day when home with a baby.
As the baby grew (and coincidentally started eating food) we replaced the ancient, hazardous kitchen appliances with brand spanking new ones.
Cue much more comfortable cooking conditions for the house 'chef' (very loosely used term - definitely minus the 'master').
As the bubby grew into toddler-hood, we completely overhauled the backyard and created a pool/play space that I sincerely love.
Cue afternoons in the sunshine or sitting on the deck with friends, 'supervising' our children as they swim and play.
Last year, it was time to renovate our disgusting en suite.
We created a much cleaner, prettier space for the two of us to enjoy.
Particularly me - as I fell pregnant not long after.
Cue spending a great deal of my first trimester 'enjoying' the fruits of our labour.
It was a great comfort to raise my head from the brand new tiles and admire my lovely fittings though.
Now- with a second bub (and all of her linen/clothing/staining) about to come on the scene - the old, dilapidated laundry received a mega-makeover.
Cue a much lovelier space to wash load after pink load and eventually partake in the wonderful time that is toilet training again.
It was somewhere towards the end of this laundry project that it dawned on Hubby that he may have been
After another frustrating night of our
"Why do I even care? When am I ever in here?"
You're not honey. I am.
And I thank you love. Honestly.
You can even keep your dollar.
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