This weekend I accomplished the following:

1) Mowed the lawn*
2) Got drunk (too much stress) and shagged my boyfriend*
3) Made breakfast. OK, actually, I made it on Saturday (bacon sarnies for them, an egg bagel for me. He made it on Sunday – poached eggs with anchovies. Sounds gross, in reality a little slice of culinary heaven.)
4) Four loads of laundry
5) Changed all the bedding
6) Four loads of dishes
7) Cleaned out all the medicine cupboards (sounds minor, but one medicine cupboard was a knee-high chest full of a myriad of things. We’re often sick but the six year old antibiotics and the strange, unknown Swedish medications are no longer effective, thanks).*
8) Made dinner (Caribbean chicken. For him, anyway, me I enjoyed some tofu and some black beans and rice.)*
9) Did entire week’s food shopping with two toddlers
10) Painted the study*
11) Baked blueberry muffins from first principles (from a fab recipe)
12) Hoovered the house
13) Half re-arranged kitchen cupboards
14) Nearly made dinner (was nearly Jamie Oliver’s homemade pizza recipe. If you haven’t tried it, you’re missing out – it’s to die for, although it makes so fucking much we always make half portions.). Instead Alastair made us a dinner of prawn massaman curry and homemade chapati breads.*
15) Worked on music for wedding*
16) Bought paint for next project – re-doing the nursery (it’s the green color. I have a plan.)
17) Located cheap vintage French wine crates for the project after that, which will look like this*:

18) Blogged.*
19) Made two family lunches (Brie pasta with tomatoes and green beans on Saturday, buffalo burgers/veggie burgers on Sunday)
20) Sang “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star” 472 billions times. This was closely followed by “Baa Baa Black Sheep”, which got aired 299 million times
21) Narrowed down the menu for the reception
22) All while wrangling twin toddlers, playing on the floor amongst, refereeing and entertaining and hoping to get to that weekend newspaper that calls my name.

* = done while the babies were sleeping. While I was doing babies/chores during the day, poor Alastair was knee-deep in plaster (front of house around the door) and in levelling the floor, which was a suck job indeed.

What I did not accomplish:

1) Catching up on my sleep (says the insomniac)
2) Catching up on correspondence (Hi Melody!)
3) Gardening – my vegetable patch is feeling lonely, but then it’s fucking cold outside and it’s either the tomatoes or my fingers at this stage
4) Finishing the study – the wallpaper I’d hung last year is coming down and I have some ideas in mind, I just need a chunk of time
5) That whole world peace shtick
6) The updated project plan I promised I’d have Monday morning
7) Worked on emptying out the hard drive on the TV – I’m up to 49% (mostly True Blood and Mad Men) and it’s eating me because I am anal retentive and don’t like the hard drive higher than the 20% mark
8) Actually read those weekend newspapers
9) Painting my toenails.
10) Moisturizing. Shut up, I’m about 20 years behind on that routine.

And I just wanted to say thank you for being there on my last post. I know that a shitty commenter does not mean that I need to deal with them, but it was all a bit much last week. I felt like everyone was coming at me – Why don’t you work enough? Why do you work? Why are you here? I just had enough. So this is me saying thank you, I owe you one. And we are a good place to grow up, I have to believe that.

-S.