Tuesday, 15 March 2016
My husband bought me hand cream and other nuggets from the week.
People have asked me previously to write about my routine and what a regular week in our house looks like. I have thought over and over how I can do so in an interesting manner and come up short time and time again. So, whilst I ponder how to adequately put down in words the trials and tribulations of guiding three young boys through daily life, attempting some level of training with an enthusiastic Labrador puppy, and squaring up to a to-do list that dates back a few years, I thought I would present some momentous occasions from the past week.
This week my husband bought me hand cream. Industrial hand cream. Although he decided not to accessorise with the wall mounted dispenser too. As a little background to this my hands are dry. Barren, some might say. I have cotton gloves to sleep in, spare cotton gloves for when the primary pair are being washed, back ups for the back ups and so on. I have cocoa butter, oodles of it which I smother my hands in at every opportunity. I have tubes of hand cream popping out of every drawer in the house, falling out of cupboards and peeking out from behind the computer monitor. But my hands steadfastly refuse to absorb the moisture. I drink pint upon pint of water to no avail. The turning point came when last week, three cracks already etched in the ends of my fingers, my knuckle cracked when I turned on the shower. Something had to be done. So my beauty product shy husband hoiked out his trusty laptop and proceeded to research hand creams. He came up with these lovely tubes, which state simply that they are for extremely dry skin. They were delivered in an industrial sized box to match their advertised strength. So far, they seem to be working. I can keep any hand cream enthusiasts updated, but I am happy and my hands feel more comfortable already.
In other news, I continue to be delighted by the verbal offerings that my three year old presents daily. Yesterday he woke with a stretch and a smile, and said, “Mama, I love you all day”. I’m not sure if that meant that there are days when he thinks I’m a downright pain in the you-know-where but I thought it a sweet and kind way to express his feelings, and I confess that this is an expression I am very likely to steal on a regular basis.
My wellington boots have finally given in to 6 or 7 years of hard use and have cracked. At the bottom, on the side. I think I might be the only person who appears to ruin footwear directly before stepping out into a puddle / the snow / gravel / *insert some other uncomfortable walking surface*. I’m not actually sure what I do to my shoes but I should probably look to invest in Rocket Dog. On the plus side my birthday is fast approaching, so I can add wellington boots to the list along with new trainers. The jewel encrusted jewellery will have to wait for next year…
And finally, the height of my routine filled week was when our food loving puppy decided that eating the school lunch menu would be an interesting experiment. In just one action she inadvertently introduced me to a new level of organisation with a highlighter pen and just one menu that would cover both the pre-school and primary school options. Far from turning my eyes upwards or taking a deep breath she was (quietly) thanked as I delighted in finding an opportunity to air my highlighter flower.
So that’s me, this week. What have your highlights been?