I could do with a nice, thick slice of cake right now. Life is good. But time is short. Last Sunday I was wishing that every day was made up of 32 hours instead of 24. In that way I would have an extra 8 hours every day just to do the the things I really love – whether it’s playing with my son, blogging, making cupcakes or just sitting on a couch and listening to the wind. An extra couple of hours would also help me get to grips with de-cluttering the house. I am such a sentimental person. I hold on to things because they may remind me of a special person or a special moment. But since we don’t live in a mansion, I need to pull myself together and start donating or selling some stuff. And then there’s the Mischief Maker’s ever-increasing collection of trucks, books, games and sundry plastic reptiles that he adores.
So I guess it’s time to take a deep breath, stop looking at magazines (incidentally, are real houses ever anything like the ones in the magazines?), find some cardboard boxes and start de-cluttering. A nice piece of cake won’t hurt either.